At Siegen, a single Panzer halts Allied ammo convoy for 30 minutes Speak English, soldier boy, she said, your German is atrocious. I want no compliments from you. Some American shot my brother; I haven’t heard from him for months. I waved you over here because I want an American son to teach him to hate Americans. You will remember when you grow up, whether you want to or not, there is a possibility that you have a son who hates every cell of your body. When you are still young, you will remember your child every time you hear Marlene Dietrich sing “Lili Marleen.” When you are middle aged, the remembrance will be as steady as the ringing in your ears, and you will remember always when someone asks you about the scar on your neck where I bit you at the crucial moment. You had better pull up your pants and run because your convoy is starting to move. Don’t forget your carbine; I don’t need it because my words are more potent than the biggest gun. And be careful when you pass through Siegen, there will still be anger and danger because maybe, I lied to both of us.
Bill Lovelady is a member of Helena Monthly Meeting, MT (NPYM).
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