No but I do remember the reaction I got throughout when I was asked about my parentage and no one believed me or the vandalism or the beatings I took- no complaints ever made by me-so stuff you.
I wonder if anyone remembers an incident at 24 Sigs when a locker was trashed, dumped in the washroom, pit in the grass outside the window and unfortunately the SNCO knew I had nothing to do with it so I couldn't be penalised and I had to parade in civvies probably Jan 69. Those who were there will know who I am now.
And I was in Northag. I also remember all the snide remarks. Still my shoulders are broad, and I've the hide of a Rhino now. Now may I suggest you read zero degrees of empathy by Simon Baron Cohen. Yup Sachas Brother! And by the way my Dad was English, regular soldier, fought against the Germans and the Italians and was injured at Alamein II doing his job extracting wounded to casualty stations. No medals for the WDF either bloody disgrace, married my mum and for all I know it may have cost him a commission and a different life style.
And do you commemorate the students who tried to stop it all. Good Germans died get used to it.
Started reading it in my teens and gave up early, horribly confused. Re-read it in my 20s and loved it, the surrealism links so well to some actual situations that can still make me smile watching the news.
Heller's later books were even harder work; one, 'Something Happened' seems like a very long joke as, as far as I could make out fuck all happened.
Hallo badger, what a surprise for you to drop in. If I can recall it- but then you weren't around then were you? After all you is an 'ero you is. By the way I recommend that book to you too. Toodle pip
A bit of a mix really after the war. At one point I was with a family where the mother (late middle age) would not have anything in the house that was to do with Hitler while her son (teenager) drooled over Hitler and the previous system.