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- People in story:
- John Gaughan
- Location of story:
- Oldenzaal Holland
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- Contributed on:
- 24 June 2005
'This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Alan Shippam of the BBC Radio Sheffield Action Desk on behalf of John Gaughan, and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.'
Our Army was now driving deep into Northern Germany, and our unit was on the outskirts of the German city of Breman. I was given orders to take a truck back through Germany and into Holland to collect three new motorcycles from a supply dump at map reference X.
As I was to make the journey on my own through possibly hostile country, I decided I would reach Holland before resting overnight. At the time there were rumours about Werewolves (German saboteurs given this name), creating problems, so I was very wary travelling through the miles of open country without seeing any British. I was pleased when the white bedsheets hanging outside the buildings of the villages turned to the flags of Holland and Union Jacks of greeting as I crossed into Holland.
As I stopped in the town of Oldenzaal the curious children gathered round to greet me and I was invited by one of the locals, who could speak English, to spend the night in his home. I could sleep on the floor of the sparsely furnished living room. The children entertained me with their local anthem of 'O Oldenzaal', which was sung to the tune of 'The Red Flag'.
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