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Alps on the Tegernsee a lovely lake. Here are the press head-
quarters for the Third Army.
Motoring down the autobahn through the glorious pines in the
foothills of the Bavarian Alps, we saw hundreds of destroyed
Nazi planes. We also saw a U. S. Army airfield, on which were
parked, wing to wing, approximately 500 superforts-as far as
the eye could see.
What an impression to leave the dead, cold, rainy, clammy
Berlin at 8 a.m. and then be in this charming country, 35 miles
outside of Munich, for dinner.
With American Boys in the Alps
Strolling around, we met up with a G.I. who was a shell-shock
patient. Entering a German beer garden, we went to the second
floor where there was a sign displayed, "Civilians not allowed."
The MP, thinking we were German civilians, wanted to throw
us out, but when we laughed and joked with him, the boys began
to realize we were Americans from home. We identified our-
selves by showing our Army cards and passports and from then
on were the center of attraction. They asked us questions galore.
Boys from California, boys from Omaha, Brooklyn, etc., all had
just one thing in mind-WHEN ARE WE GOING HOME? We
spent an enjoyable evening buying them beer.
Monday, August 13
Having promised the G.J.s of the previous evening I would join
them for breakfast in their mess, I arrived at 8 o'clock. We ate
cafeteria style-2 fried eggs, bacon, orange juice, bread and
coffee. Never have I eaten a better breakfast-the American Army
certainly eats well. I promised many of the boys to write to their
parents telling them they were well and enjoying life in this
gorgeous Bavarian setting.
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