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- MALCOLM WOODLAND
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- 05 May 2005
When I was at the Intermediate, we had to learn German. I was tested by a German officer and we had the German teacher. Actually, I was getting on quite well with German, rather better than French, oddly enough. We knew he was coming, and the doors flew open, and this German with his big wide pantaloons and big jackboots, clonk, clonk, clonk, walked in. He was going to cross- examine us on what we had learned so far. Well, I was only a first year. He asked questions of the boys, -“ You, what’s so and so in German.” Very simple words. Fortunately, I knew what he said when he got to me, “What’s ‘green’ in German,”
“Grune” I said in a little voice.
Fortunately the war ended and we never had to go through that again. But a German officer in full regalia and full ‘meanness’ could be a bit scary.
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