Fifty Years On
Richard Wollheim, 23 June 1994
“... under orders. My Wehrmacht captors invariably panicked. One evening, just after I had dug my slit trench, word came that a nearby German major would be pleased to give dinner to a British officer in captivity. My host, with one eye, one arm, the Iron Cross with oakleaves, talked in a strained voice of the epic experience of war. Were we British, he wanted to ... ”