On 10th May, 1945, his third day in Dux, Czechoslovakia, after leaving the column of PoWs being marched from the camps in Germany, my dad was intent on finding food:
"For a couple of days we lived on the food which the fellows had in camp but that soon gave out and we went out in search of food. Bill and I saw two Serbs who had a rifle each and were assisting the Czechs in doing guards. We spoke to them in German and asked if they knew where we could lay our hands on some food. They said they didn’t know but one of them took us to a place where 30 or so of them were sleeping.
There they had plenty of food: loaves of bread, margarine, meat and some tit-bits. They told us that as they were doing guards, they had plenty of opportunities to loot.
They gave us cigarettes and one showed me a fountain pen. I told him I thought it was quite a good one and he said I could keep it. I did so and brought it home to my wife. We left there loaded with food and promised to return the next day.
We discovered a large garden behind the factory and some lovely lettuces growing. They were very tasty for tea."
Lovely capture in the rain this ladybird won't go hungry. Another interesting diary entry from your Dad pleased they are able to eat some decent food at last.
You got in close here Hazel! Excellent & so interesting story to go with it too.......you should put all your dads diary in proper book form like @maggiemae did with her mums. When you have the time that is!!!
