I was with the 3rd Bn. 157th Inf. of the 45th Division. We had just departed Dachau and vicinity and were in the Munich suburb of Laim. I was scheduled for R&R and a trip to London on 12 May. It never happened. Instead we got the word and the celebration began on the 8th.I have already written about taking up my mattress and belongings and moving into the cellar. They called me chicken and they were right. I had survived the war to date and when I saw the dangerous mix of schnaps, loaded weapons and celebrating soldiers, I headed foir safety. In the middle of the night someone on the floor above, we were in an apartment house, discharged his rifle--throiugh the floor and right into my empty bed. By morning my cellar was crowded with other "chickens." Then the count down to homebound began.
'Russ Weiskircher......