The Day the War Ended

We were stationed just outside of a town called Oldenburg, Germany. We were in a pine growth that I think it had been planted, there was all oak trees they were no more than maybe fifteen, twelve or fifteen feet high in a nice line and we were billeted right in there with our billet and our cook. See the way we were set up all through, each platoon in our supply column, each transport was given a 36 construction of men, each one was independent, we had our own cook, one of the guys volunteer as a cook, each fellow had to take a day to help the cook and like that. Each of us so our platoon, we had at that time and first thing you know they told us the war was ended. Holy whiskers, and me and a guy another guy his name was Gerald Frank Harrow, he and I was buddies. He was my co-driver. We were on duty, in fact, at the petrol dump. They used to issue us cigars. Those little short plump cigars; so him and I was, we would smoke one of those and talking and then when we heard the war was ended, oh jee whiz we thought that was something. So we had all the liquor so we said, “Let’s go celebrate!” So we took one of them dixies and all the booze we had, we put it all in there and make a ... holy whiskers! It ended up looking just like cocoa and we took a drink of it and jeez we spoiled all our nice liquor, it was sweet but holy smokes. We soon found out that was strong, but anyhow, we all celebrated.