I decided that if I could steal some clothes maybe I could hide out in plain sight. He bulled his way up to me I saluted and grabbed his outstretched hand. “ He said ‘fuck you’, give us a few minutes we are trying to talk hm down.”
“ You have 5 minutes then we are ordered to open fire.” The messer pilot seemed almost apologetic. I returned his salute and took his papers “Now What the Hell do you want?” all he seemed to be able to do was to point to the papers. The Sgt saw the Combat emblem and medals and backed out of the room thanking the farmer, he departed. We set down with no problems then I followed the man with the white flags off the tarmac and into a hanger to hide the plane. What The… Few minutes later the tower of the USAAF field where I was directed to land gave me landing instructions. “ Check with me at the field Sunday Morning … If we don’t have to carry
