Snakes In The Grass, Alas

Snakes in the Grass, AlasThose were the days of no Fraternization. The Army had made a law against it. You were not allowed so much as to speak to a girl on the street. It was the spring of 1945, in Bavaria, and the Germans had just surrendered. We were a medical unit running a hospital – actually a sort of rest-cure establishment for exhausted soldiers – on a lake about 40 miles southeast of Munich. I was the duty sergeant and also the unofficial go-between with the natives, being the only man...