Germans…

we got a doctor’s appointment today…

no pop…

so we don’t have a doctor’s appointment…

no…

I’m sure thinkin’ back to when I was a kid …back when I lived in Paris…

back to Texas…

yep…back to Texas…back when I was 4 years old…back when the war was goin’-on…

‘member back that far…

there was these 3 German soldiers who wound-up in our living room one mornin’…couldn’t speak a lick of English…they was all scared…just kept babblin’ ’bout given-up…they was given-up the war right there in our living room…

really…

yep…they escaped or somethin’…got lost…guess they didn’t know where it was they was goin’ in this land of ours…so they knocked on our door and grandma let ’em in…gave ’em a cup of coffee…maybe some kind of roll…an’ they was talkin’ in German real fast…they was mixin’ in the words…,We give-up…we give-up…, they just kept talkin…wantin’ us to turn ’em in…no-wonder they lost the war…

they were probably scared dad…

probably…real young-un’s…had on gray uniforms…work clothes I guess…real nice fellas…just couldn’t understand ’em…

whatd’ya…do…

well it was just me and mom…grandpa was out of town doin’ somethin’ or other…just one of those times he was gone…

he was gone a lot pop…

yea dad was gone a lot…drove a bus…he had himself a piece of somethin’ in every town ‘cross the Southwest…God knows what he brought home to grandma…but it made her crazy…it made her crazy….

so these Germans…

what Germans…

the one’s in your living room…the prisoners…

yea well…mom called the Sheriff up an’ he said you got what…she told ’em again and again and again…couldn’t believe her…

huh…

yea well eventually the law showed-up at the door and took ’em away…speakin’ German the whole time…but they did say thank you…real polite…real polite like…

i’ll be…

we gotta doctor’s appointment today…

no pop…no we don’t….

huh…my mind is thinkin’ back to when I was a kid in Paris…

yea…

an these Germans showed-up at our door wantin’ to turn themselves in…

yea…

didn’t speak a lick of English….don’t know how we was ‘spose to understand ’em…

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