After the war he was assigned a post in Germany with the instructions to take all of our aircraft, and what was left of the Luftwaffe, send the propellers and small electronics back to the states on boats, then blow up the fuselage. He was there from March of '46 to Feb. 47. His only connection to the camps was to get a one day pass to attend the Nuremberg Trials. I still have the ticket to get in, a map of where he sat for 3 hours, and the letter he wrote to Mom about it. He always told us that it was very well organized. The headphones he was given translated everything for him. He was responsible for keeping the 300 men under him away from the diseased ladies of the evening that preyed on the boys. So he organized Roebuck barbeques complete with kegs of beer and poker tournaments. The men complained that Dad would take all their money and they could not go into the local towns. Mom would never let him play with us kids, he was too good.
Thank you for telling me about that part of your father’s duty there.