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I have lived with the G. I.'s for some time and I find you cannot get ahead of them. We were turned to noncoms and they were searching us, but the G. I.'s passed the word back that they were taking watches and knives as well as a number of other things. So I slipped my watch up my arm and reached into my pocket to get my knife. That knife had occasioned me a lot of effort. I had walked all over Boston to find it. It was a prewar Boy Scout knife and I had paid $2.25 for it. I hated to lose it and I didn't want the Germans to get it, so I pulled it out and dropped it in the snow and stepped on it. I guess it is rusting in German soil now.