Robert Conroy - Himmler's war

The two Jews silently took in the tableau. Their plans had been to return to their homes, but anti-Jewish rioting had changed their minds. They would be heading to Palestine. Varner noted the pistols in their belts. Some college professors, he thought. He shook their hands and thanked them. Magda suggested they all go inside for dinner.

Morgan thought of the poem that said something about poppies growing among the rows of crosses in a vast cemetery. He never liked poetry and only dimly remembered that it had been a tribute to the dead of World War I.

There was a bumper crop of white wooden crosses and the occasional Star of David in this field, but no poppies just yet. It had been too soon. Mounds of raw dirt were in front of each cross or star. Thousands of Americans had died in the last epic battle that ended the Third Reich and most of them were buried in this field south of Reinbach.

They had a map of the cemetery and good directions. Colonel Tom Granville had used Ike’s name to get all of them access to the field. It had only been three months since the battle and it was a long ways from being ready to receive visitors, but it would likely be a long time, perhaps forever, before they would be able to return.

Hilda found it first. She sobbed and fell to her knees in front of Jeb’s grave. Jack wondered just how much of Jeb was actually buried there. He’d heard from Levin that Jeb’s tank had been blown to pieces and doubtless too was Jeb Carter.

Hilda’s pregnancy was becoming pronounced and she would leave by plane for the United States the next day. She would be staying with Jeb’s parents who desperately wanted a grandchild. The child would be born on American soil and, therefore, be a United States citizen.

Jessica and Jack stood back. They held hands, but said nothing. Finally, Jessica took a deep breath. “I will miss him. I have a lot to thank him for. After all, he did find me you.”

“He was crazy,” Jack said, “but crazy in a good way. So he gets the Medal of Honor, but he won’t be around for the honor.”

Jeb’s heroism in attacking the enemy armor resulted in the posthumous Medal of Honor, which was another reason why Hilda’s move to the States was being expedited. After all, she was the widow of a hero.

As for the two of them, their return would be routine. Permission to marry had been granted and a chaplain had performed the service. Jessica and Jack would be going back on one of the ocean liners that had been converted to military use. Ironically, that meant they would be separated for the voyage. There were no accommodations for married couples and Jack would be stuffed in with a large number of officers.

Jack would be discharged since his shoulder injury meant he would be incapable of being a soldier for at least a year, while Jessica had resigned from the Red Cross and simply wanted to go home with Jack.

“Too many,” Jack said as he looked over the vast field of death. “Far, far too many.”

Sergeant Major Rolfe was buried out there somewhere, as was Feeney. Snyder was still in a hospital but would recover. Levin was also wounded and recovering. He had reiterated his desire to go to Palestine as soon as he was able.

Jessica squeezed Jack’s arm. Hilda had stood up. She nodded and smiled wanly. Jessica agreed. “Let’s go home.”