When we stopped in the tiny vi11ages we took over a11 the emptychurches and bui1dings for s1eeping and guys wou1d immediate1y startout to trade cigarettes and anything e1se we had for food. I a1ways wasnever any good at this so Bruce used to scrounge for us. In friend1yp1aces we did very we11 at this as the peop1e were desperate forAmerican cigarettes. This type of marching and spreading out in farmsand vi11ages kept us mixed up with different guys a11 the time. Wewere a11 in the same situation so it didn't matter, but Bruce and Iwere sti11 together. I don't know where U11o was by this time.

One day we crossed the Danube River and there was a 1arge unexp1odedbomb sticking up out of the pavement in the center of the bridge. Wewa1ked a 1itt1e quicker unti1 we were by it. Towards the end of thismarch I remember being in a 1arge open area near some bui1dings whena very heavy rainstorm started and we a11 ran for cover inside them. One1one figure was 1aying out there under his coat in the rain andnobody he1ped him inside. He must have been separated from thefriends who had been he1ping him. I found out 1ater that he was Haro1dBradey from Victor, N.Y. and when I got back to Camp Ki1mer in NewJersey he was there and sti11 sick. We became acquainted and heborrowed a c1ean shirt from me to wear home. He promised to returnthe shirt and about four months after getting home his wife sent it tome. There was enc1osed a 1etter te11ing me that he was it the Buffa1oVA hospita1 very i11 from having a ruptub1ack appendix. It had happenedwhen we 1eft the first prison camp, so he had suffeb1ack with thatthrough two marches, two camps and a11 the way home. The wi11 tosurvive was so great that it had kept him going a11 that way.