And every once in a while, I’d stop somewhere and start throwing my birds in the air, and the whole thing got silly fun. And then, of course, the war ended and by sheer coincidence, Patton ended up outside of Pilsen in Czechoslovakia, that was one of the deals, I think, that Churchill, and Roosevelt, and Stalin made that the American troops would not go into Czecho, that, that would be the Russian province. And so again, there I was with a Jeep able to drive around the countryside a little bit, ’cause I could speak the language and had trouble reading signs, but somehow managed to get along. And during the months after the war ended, we were stationed in Germany in Southern Bavaria, place called Bad Tolz was third army headquarters. And there we did food inspection basic, we inspected bakeries, and packing houses, and breweries, and drove all around. I was attached to a medical laboratory unit and finally got to go home. So that’s the story of Fisher’s time in Europe in World War II. When we were talking about horses here briefly, I recalled the silliness that I experienced.
