Milan Poul

“We came for the Scout meeting, but the clubroom was closed. We thus went to the town square instead and played a game there. A policeman caught us. One of us got slapped on his face and the other one got kicked by a local watchman... Or one day we came for the meeting, and our leader arrived there on a motorbike. His father was a policeman, and he thus owned a motorbike which had been taken from the Germans. And one boy, a little rascal, started the engine during our meeting. The stench from the petrol filled the clubroom and the leader scolded him for that. Or on another day, the same boy fired a shot from a revolver during a meeting!”

“Americans were terribly disorderly, and they threw away everything, including ammunition. There was so much of ammo! We, little Scouts, were going to search for it. We would be wading through mud up to our thighs and from time to time we would step on gun magazines. Or sometimes even a hand grenade. In that case, we would rather walk a bit further away.”