A Prisoner on the March

After they reached us, we were marched about ten miles to Blaiolf. There a more thorough searching took place and we were put in a large barn. It had often felt the impact of our artillery shells and the roof looked like a screen. Later they moved the officers to another building for the night. But before daybreak, we were on the march again this time for about thirty-three miles. The guards would tell us just five more kilometers or ten more and then after marching that it was ten more or fifteen more, until we had marched all day and up until nine o'clock that night. It was a long and eventful day. The snow covered most of the ground and the wind blew hard as we would go over a hill into the next little valley.

The towns were for the most part destroyed. We passed through Prum and it was a mere shell of a town. It was in range of our artillery and I think the Air Corps must have helped out for the rail yards had pits all over.