Our fighter Planes were flying over in increasing
numbers as the time went on. We were fortunate to have been shot at
only the one time when marching in open country. After ten days and
marching 91 miles we arrived at the last camp in fairly good
condition due to the frequent rest stops and warmer weather.
Chapter 11 Stallag VII-A at Moosburg
Stallag VII-A at Moosburg was a very large camp as prisoners were
moved here from al1 the other prison camps to keep them from being
liberated. We found some of the men here who had dropped out from
that first march from Sagan. All the barracks were full, and large
tents were put up between the buildings and that is where Bruce and I
found ourselves a place. They were large tents and we slept in rows
down each side on the ground. We were on an incline and when it
rained the water ran right through the tent sometimes in a real river
when the rain was heavy. We finally gathered rocks and piled them up
about three inches high and slept on top of them. One night I woke up
during a downpour and found that my shoes were floating away down the
small trench we had dug around our beds. I decided that between that
and the water coming through the bullet holes in the tent I had
better find a dry place for the rest of the night. I felt my way
around in the darkness until I found a barracks building, then
crawled around on my hands and knees in the pitch black among the
bodies on the floor.
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