The two men saluted each other and walked away.
“There’s only one thing I feel bad about and that’s I didn’t get his name,” Miller said.
He recalled the time a German air force officer surrendered to him in Austria near the end of the war.
“We were taking German prisoners down the road, a back road, and I noticed this little white thing coming out of the forest. So I told Pablo, my driver, ‘why don’t you stop.’ It looked like someone was waving a little white flag. So he stopped …. and I waved him on and he came in,” Miller said of the German officer.
“He was the sharpest soldier I ever saw in my life,” Miller recalled, describing his long chamois leather coat and boots.
“The only thing he could see is that I had a .45 on my side and a .38 on my shoulder holster,” said Miller.
In the midst of war, Miller still marveled at the beauty of Austria.
“I stayed there with my men for a whole month, and we ate a lot of Limburger cheese, Swiss cheese and drank a lot of beer. And it was very easy because … we found out after a few days, hey, there’s a little brewery here, and a little cheese factory,” Miller said.
“Now, the only way I could buy the cheese was in a 200-pound wheel that they made,” he added. “We gave the people that lived in this town the cheese. They did a lot of stuff for us. They became our family and we became their family. It was wonderful.”
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