I learned later that after he
returned to the States he stayed in the service and rose to the rank
of Major before I lost track of him.
After eleven days, according to the straws on my shelf, we were all
taken to a large room. There were about fifty of us and it was a sight
you should have seen. We all had beards an inch or longer and the
talking and hollering was deafening. Even the situation in which we
found ourselves did not dampen the laughter and Joy of being with
friends again. Bruce was the only man I knew but these bomber crews
were immediately as close as long lost buddies. We all had a shower
and then a shave. They gave us a little pair of scissors like you have
in kindergarten and I cut Bruce's whiskers and he cut mine. We had to
cut them off enough so the razor could do the rest. We only had one
razor blade which everyone used (and it was dull) but we managed to
get fairly clean without too much bleeding.
I assume the reason we were not interrogated further was due to the
greater number of Americans being brought into the place. I also
suspect that they weren't getting much information from second
Lieutenants and were more interested in higher ranking officers who
knew a lot more about the war effort in England. They were probably
trying to find out more about invasion preparations. One thing of
interest was a ceremony in England presenting a medal to one of the
leading war aces of the time.
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