Boy, what a flap our camp is in today! The big Allied push is on, and consequently the Goons have been evauating all their Of-lags into our camp here at Moosburg. All enlisted men who were camped here have been put on the road to make room for the influx of officers. Evidently the Goons are concentrating all officer POW's in one area for some diabolical reason. Today the Goons erected 7 tents inside the perimeter of our camp, and this evening they moved 3,000 officers of all nationalities into them.

Stalag VIIa, Sunday, April 29, 1945--12:25 pm

We were liberated by General George Patton's 3rd Army, 14th Armored Division. Camp entered by a tank, a half track, a weapons carrier (loaded with confiscated German small arms) & a jeep with an Army Lieutenant looking for his POW brother--who was located--what a reunion.

Later: This shall sound unbelievable--but here goes. This evening we cooked and ate our supper outside because the sun was so warm, and too, because the barracks are in such a flap due to the arrival of all these new men. During the preparation of our meal the entire 8th Air Force passed directly overhead at about 20,000 feet, using Moosburg as its I.P. for a bomb run on Munich--20 miles south of here. It took approximately 1 hour for the 1,400 odd bombers and their escorts to pass over in group formation.

The sky was perfectly clear and consequently we saw the entire show--preparing and eating our dinner all the while. We watched a few Goon jet jobs attack the formations--watched each group's bombs fall from the ships right into Munich--saw the flak barrage over Munich account for 5 or 6 of our bombers, which fell to earth like huge birds killed while in flight--some in flames, and some just smoking. It takes approximately 3 minutes for a bomber to spin in from 20,000 feet, so you can well imagine that every one of us in camp spun in spiritually as each of these ships fell from its formation.

We watched as the con-trails from the fighter escort and the smoke from each of the Mickey ship's bombs accumulated in a wild maze over Munich as Group after Group dropped its bombs and then turned towards England. The barracks shook and rattled as each stick of bombs plummeted into the now badly burning city--and all this while we ate our meal, just as though we had been out in a park on a picnic watching an air show.