A nice memory was, when i got discharge from the hospital, and nobody seemed to know where I belonged or was supposed to go.
So I got sent to a Div. staff H.q. in Uddel. My right arm still bandaged and all.
They did not need a kradmelder, could not ride very well with a bandaged up hand anyway.
So, I was "trained" in about an hour to be a switchboard operator.
It even was entered in my soldbuch that i was now attached to the Nachrichten stab.
There were great festive "things'going on. The high brass had some of their wives come over, and they were preparing a banquet in the hotel kitchen for "Advent".
When I asked for my ration of rye bread, a sour sturmmann, nearly threw me a hunk
An Obergruppenfuhrer saw it, and sent him and me into the kitchen to get something better.
A little later, we came out, and HE was carrying my tray heaped with goodies.
I got two hours "off" to celebrate, and once the ladies knew that "the kid"
with the brand new War merit Cross with swords, and the Wounded medal, was there, they would come by, once in a while, some would tweak my cheeks
, and bring me some more goodies.
Next day, they stole my uniform and other clothing, and washed, and ireoned them. By that time they also had found out where I was supposed to go, so I went, looking like a million Reichsmarks.