Stepping into the German soil, I can see that German civilians usually look at the U.S. Army with surprise. <->American soldiers always lie stretched out in jeeps, smoking cigarettes or chewing gum. This is far from the image of soldiers in the German mind.
"The green bodies of the company vehicles we distribute, and even the tanks of the tank troops, always have girls' names written on them. Some people will cut out photos of naked women and paste them in places where they can often see them. This is mostly done by car transporters and tank drivers, who will have more opportunities and time to appreciate these butts and big breasts facing them.
I commented: "During the war, maybe because I accidentally glanced at the ditch between my legs, I might have lost a little time to escape!"
What is this called? Perhaps it should be called, I would rather die in painting than be a ghost!
Of course, the American soldiers around me still retain some of the habits of ordinary soldiers. This is the same as the habits of the German Wehrmacht and the Soviet army. The German Wehrmacht had carried out shameless robbery against some European countries during the European retreat, not to mention the Soviet Union, and now the righteous army that claims to be liberating Germany has arrived.
In fact, the looting carried out by the Allies began long before they crossed the German border. Anna once published an American report about the Ardennes saying: "Based on the available evidence, it is difficult to say that the US military has carried out large-scale robberies against Belgian civilians." Many safes that were blown open by gunmen were found. When the U.S. military enters central and southern Germany, the U.S. police will put up signboards at the entrances of occupied villages that read "No speeding, no looting, no kindness." But these things have almost no effect.
However, because of my influence, I strictly stopped the robbery of civilians in allied countries, so my team is not obvious yet. But when I stepped into Germany, my role changed. It has gradually lost its effect. When my soldiers saw other soldiers frantically looting civilians' belongings and showing off their proud expressions, the eyes of my soldiers collectively glowed green.
Jimmy came to me and asked tentatively: "Can you manage the soldiers more loosely?"
His words were a disguised inquiry. Can the soldiers loot something? What else could I say? I'm not a saint, and I don't want to be a savior, which is what everyone is doing. Do I want to stand out in my own way and make my men hold a grudge against me? This is not good, at least until the end of the war, I don't want to lose the ability to control the morale of the troops.
With my acquiescence, my soldiers also joined in looting the Germans. After all, an individual's ability to loot is limited. The soldiers smashed the windows of the store, picked up some strange gadgets, and stuffed them into their pockets. But tank soldiers are the envy of everyone at this time. They can carry away various items. They range from typewriters to radios.
However, when a kind-hearted soldier hung two binoculars around my neck, I felt like cursing.
"These damn fools. What do I need so many telescopes for?"
Lin Bernard has a delicate lighter in his hand. It seems that the original owner of the lighter is not simple. Lin Bernard curled his lips and said: "Nothing good!"
When I took out the telescope that the soldier found for me and wanted to exchange it with Bernard Lin, Lin Bernard laughed loudly and said: "Telescope? No, no, no! I have it! And it's better than yours!"
I secretly said with hatred: The search level of this group of American soldiers is far different from that of Little Japan. The house-to-house search is simply inferior to that of beasts. This one only knows how to rob some facades!
It¡¯s not that the level of robbery by the Allied forces is just this, like that of the British Special Air Forces, which operates independently. But what makes people jealous even more is that they can have more ambitions. I commented privately to John, "That guy Monty is getting a little tired of robbing."
Monty was referring to the senior commanders of the British Special Air Forces at the time. They were indeed shocking. I didn¡¯t know where they had stolen countless jewelry from Germany. They would even hold auctions on their own. The SAS squadron later discovered some famous paintings collected by G?ring's wife, and squadron leader Monty insisted on choosing them first, and then leaving the rest to his officers. The guys peeled the canvas out of the frame, rolled it up and stuffed it into the barrel of a mortar.
Famous paintings and cannon barrels? What an irony!
Different troops also have different attitudes towards war, and idealists who save the world are indispensable. Those idealists in the United States and Canada believe that their responsibility is to save the old world and then return home as soon as possible. Do they feel like supermen? Maintain peace in the universe! They often had quarrels with the looting soldiers, or even used violence. Of course, they did not dare to use guns!
And those who are more cynical4e8b; In fact, the German army is more afraid of the "Typhoon" and "Mustang" fighters than the Soviet fighters. Stalin, who never thought about things according to common sense, found it difficult to accept the fact that the Germans preferred to surrender to the Western Allies rather than the Soviet army, because surrender to the latter would inevitably lead to a large-scale retaliation. Stalin came to regret his emphasis on revenge in the political work of his troops.
Anna, a girl, wrote in an article evaluating the Allied forces in the offensive: "American tank soldiers really like to visit the picturesque Harz Mountains. And Germany is slowly surrendering with fanatical persistence."
German General Averell Harriman bitterly joked to his subordinates about the Allied offensive on the Western Front: "We are serving the Americans as if they belonged to a neutral country."
The sentence that made the top German officials most angry was: "The Americans are conquering Germany with cameras." It can be seen that this sentence reflects, on the other hand, how graceful and easy our attack is.
The soldiers did not care about the progress of the war. They wasted more time on their love of looting and the bellies of women. John once said to me: "We are not here to destroy fascists, we are here to destroy fascist women!"
At this moment, except for some soldiers who rape for no reason, most soldiers can peacefully obtain sexual services from German women. These women are the same as the French women before them. Most of them sell their bodies for food and clothing. . Of course, there are also some shameless men who introduce their wives or daughters to our occupying troops wearing "green skins", and their reward is a few cans or bread and milk. These things are nothing to wealthy American soldiers. Often, after being thrown to these people, they can be exchanged for their gratitude, which greatly satisfies the vanity of American soldiers.
Lindner and I were sitting in a German pub that we had just occupied. Several good-looking German women gathered around us. One of them, who was not as good looking as the others, said in broken English: "Can I stay with you?" I¡¯ll accompany you! I can do anything!¡±
The woman¡¯s words were very soft, but we could all hear her clearly. Bernard Lin looked at the woman from head to toe with a smile. The look in his eyes seemed to be able to strip off all the clothes on the woman's body. The woman looked at her and lowered her head. Bernard Lin whispered to me: "Captain, this thing looks It looks average, but it looks like you just came out to do this! Are you interested in playing it?"
I smiled and said, "Whatever! But you have to hurry up!"
Lin Bernard said exaggeratedly: "Captain, why do you say that? I am very persistent!" (To be continued.)2; In the museum, several good-looking German women gathered around. One of them, who was not as good-looking as the others, said in broken English: "Can I stay with you! I can do anything!"
The woman¡¯s words were very soft, but we could all hear her clearly. Bernard Lin looked at the woman from head to toe with a smile. The look in his eyes seemed to be able to strip off all the clothes on the woman's body. The woman looked at her and lowered her head. Bernard Lin whispered to me: "Captain, this thing looks It looks average, but it looks like you just came out to do this! Are you interested in playing it?"
I smiled and said, "Whatever! But you have to hurry up!"
Lin Bernard said exaggeratedly: "Captain, why do you say that? I am very persistent!" (To be continued.)