Then one day the Colonel calls me in his office and he says, “Fisher, who you’ve been talking to?” And I said, “Nobody, sir, why?” He said, “Well, I’ve got your orders here “and you’re going overseas.” And he said, “I’ve looked over your 201 file,” that’s a personnel file in the army. And he said, “I don’t see one thing different about you “than anyone else around here for except one thing.” And I said, “What’s that?” And he said, “You speak Czech.” And I said, “Well, sort of.” And he said, “Well,” he said, “here’s your orders, “good luck, you’re on your way to Europe.” And I walked out of there thinking, “Oh my God, what’s gonna happen?” I had visions, they’re gonna drop me behind the line somewhere, and I’d be doing something crazy. Happily, when I got to England and reported in, they, of course, said, “Welcome, and why are you here?” And so I relaxed and realize I wasn’t gonna be doing anything crazy behind the lines. And when we were there, our primary duty at that time was to feed The Eighth Air Force, that was what we call Eastern Bay Section outside of London. And I spent about four or five months there doing that type of work. And then one day got orders to cross the channel, this was well after D-Day, and I joined a third army in Brittany. And there again, we were doing primarily food inspection work. I recall going down to the sub basis and brest, and one of the souvenirs, probably still somewhere in the closet at home, are a box of cigars that I liberated from the stack that were there for no reason other than they were there.
