Luger Cache w/US GIs during WWII

Railsplitter · 03-04-2007, 12:23 AM

My father used to tell a story about how one night his outfit came upon a town during a driving snowstorm. They had a stiff wind in their face and were greeted by machine gun fire. After knocking out the machine gun they proceeded into town. At some point they came across a house inside of which they could see about a dozen or so German soldiers sitting down to a hot meal. He never knew why these soldiers didn't hear the machine gun fire that took place earlier ... but they didn't.

Anyway, the G.I.s kicked in the door and "persuaded" the German soldiers to trade places. My father said he grabbed a baked potato and held it in his hands for a while just to enjoy its warmth.

While seated at the table, behind him (and for that matter anyone else seated on his side of the table) was either a piece of furniture resembling a back table or a shelf attached to the wall. As one was seated it was about shoulder height. On this shelf the Germans had placed their helmets all in a row. My father always remarked about how neat and orderly they were with their equipment.

After they ate they sat there and my father leaned back in his chair. Without thinking he reached back and "palmed" one of the helmet. He picked it up and sitting underneath it was a P 38 in a holster with the belt wrapped around it. Before he could toss the helmet and grab the gun someone else reached over and snagged it. He said "The place went up for grabs !! Everybody stated flipping over the helmets, chairs, bed, you name it, hoping to find more pistols" !!

So somebody got a hot meal and a pistol to boot. Not a bad night for an infantryman !

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03-04-2007, 12:23 AM	#11
Railsplitter User Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Chandler, AZ Posts: 112 Thanks: 0 Thanked 13 Times in 11 Posts	My father used to tell a story about how one night his outfit came upon a town during a driving snowstorm. They had a stiff wind in their face and were greeted by machine gun fire. After knocking out the machine gun they proceeded into town. At some point they came across a house inside of which they could see about a dozen or so German soldiers sitting down to a hot meal. He never knew why these soldiers didn't hear the machine gun fire that took place earlier ... but they didn't. Anyway, the G.I.s kicked in the door and "persuaded" the German soldiers to trade places. My father said he grabbed a baked potato and held it in his hands for a while just to enjoy its warmth. While seated at the table, behind him (and for that matter anyone else seated on his side of the table) was either a piece of furniture resembling a back table or a shelf attached to the wall. As one was seated it was about shoulder height. On this shelf the Germans had placed their helmets all in a row. My father always remarked about how neat and orderly they were with their equipment. After they ate they sat there and my father leaned back in his chair. Without thinking he reached back and "palmed" one of the helmet. He picked it up and sitting underneath it was a P 38 in a holster with the belt wrapped around it. Before he could toss the helmet and grab the gun someone else reached over and snagged it. He said "The place went up for grabs !! Everybody stated flipping over the helmets, chairs, bed, you name it, hoping to find more pistols" !! So somebody got a hot meal and a pistol to boot. Not a bad night for an infantryman !