Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

War , He Said

Broremann’s war
 
Spring, 1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it was peace before the peace. Near Broremann's home
there was a tall house occupied by old non- commissioned officers,
middle-aged men in their thirties with children, gave the kids
chocolate and sweets (after the war the building was taken over by
Mormons). 


British troops arrived, put a canteen in a disused fish factory,
the German troops had surrendered. Broremann got white bread
with spam from the British. The Germans left by train; many
of the town´s people came to wave goodbye, there was no
dislike against the common soldiers, wrath was directed at the
local Gestapo who had betrayed their country by being crueler
than the enemy and by sporting rimless Himmler glasses.


Years later Broremann met a docker in Hamburg who had spent
five war years in his town. They drank together and declared
 it had been a peaceful war.

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Kathryn Collins September 19, 2012 at 8:38 AM I was born in the spring of 45 safely in New York. Do you remember scenes like these as a child? It is almost time when no one will remember first hand, and for those who can't plenty new has happened for them to remember. Jan Oskar Hansen September 19, 2012 at 1:20 PM yes I do and also the horrific sight of "lose" women being dragged out of their houses by men now couraguous, and had their head shorn