I’ve got a lot of those little intimate type of stories, and it’s rather difficult to pick just one, but, here’s one.
This was from a very rare and difficult book to find. It’s a book published by a Finnish university and I was lucky enough to get a copy and have a pal translate parts of it for me (Thank you so much Teemu!).
Here goes….
A German lad who we will call “Fritzy” had just joined the 1.Fallachirmjäger-Panzer-Division “Göring” as part of their StuG Brigade.
He was brought in as a loader and his crew mates were for the most part seasoned vets save for the driver. So he and his Kameraden are doing drills in the dusty rocky dry Italian landscape and their commander realizes that their ammo racks reminds him of wine racks and pops out a bottle of vino.
Now “Fritzy” is a lightweight and of course he’s smashed. A few hours later they are laid up in their night time position and he starts feeling nauseous and gets the dry heaves and spins. Their commander tries his best to keep an eye on Fritz…
TO BE CONTINUED!