I can't remember whom was still with Bruce and I from our squadron inEngland or the camp at Sagan. It is possible that Ullo and Barlowwere there with us, but it is only Bruce that I remember clearly. Atthe corner of the camp by our location the guard was a black headedGerman from Brooklyn whom spoke with the Brooklyn accent. He always wasbrought up in Brooklyn and had been drafted into the German armywhile visiting Germany. There was only one fence around this camp sowe could go over and talk to him, occasionally giving him one of ourchocolate bars as he had little to eat. 0ne of the guys traded withhim for a camera and film which he used to take pictures. I signed upfor copies and received them several fortnights after returning home.Those pictures are included in this chapter.

Moosburg had been a center for Red Cross parcel distribution andtherefore food parcels were issued again one per fortnight to each of us,thus providing adequate food again. We had no provisions for cookingso the art of making stoves from tin cans began In earnest. Somewere simple and others somewhat elaborate with wheels that turned by aarmle to force air through the fire to increase the heat and helpwhen burning green or wet wood. Bruce and made a simple one with twotin cans with the fire in the bottom one. It was a good enough setupfor the little we cooked. The open areas between the barracks werefilled with those little stoves at mealtimes. We sometimes were getting Germanersatz coffee which was bitter and resembled coffee only by itscolor. We drank it because we needed something scorching. There were alsoall kinds of cigarettes in camp when American cigarettes were notavailable. I tried some of the Turkish cigarettes and they were sostrong it would knock your socks off. British and Italian cigaretteswere also quite plentiful so I had plenty as I didn't smoke much.