This is a story about World War II that took place 52 years ago. I did not know until yesterday that what I am about to tell you did happen.

This is a true story. I have no reason to believe that it is not.

Last night while sitting in my lounge chair I decided to read a Red Cross phamplet that your mother had gotten during the war after she learned I was captured by the Germans. This is the one I told you I had found in the attic and I was going to give to you. This is when your Aunt Sister called as she has been doing for some time. Just to keep in touch. I mentioned to her that I was reading about my PW days and that I had found some additional things for you to include with the other items on your Web Site.

This is when she told me about something no one had told me before of what happened 52 years ago. Your Grandmother, Grandfather, Aunt Sister and your Mother were living together on Verret Street. This particular night, everyone had retired for the night and were sound asleep, when your Grandmother let out a loud scream. It was so loud that it woke up everybody and they all got up to see what was wrong. Your Grandmother told them that she was having a bad dream, but would not tell them what about.

The next morning after your Mother left to go to work, your Aunt Sister

again asked your Grandmother about the night before. This is when she said to Aunt Sister that your Brother George has been killed. I saw it happen last night. He was in this house, standing in front of an open window. A soldier appeared outside the window and he killed George. I know it happened. Yes I do. I did not say anything last night because of Emma.

About two weeks past and a telegram from the War Department came addressed to your mother. No one wanted to open the telegram because they knew it was bad news about me. Your Grandmother sent for your Uncle Bruce to get your mother at work and it was finally opened. It was a Missing in Action report. Your Grandmother knew then that her dream was real, but about a week later a letter addressed to your mother arrived from someone in England. It was from a girl named Pamela. She said that while listening to her short wave radio she picked up a German broadcast saying that I was a Prison of War. This was later confirmed by the U.S. Army. The rest of what happened to me you already know.

Your Grandmother's dream as explained to me last night was very accurate in every way. I was in a farm house and I was standing before an open window when a German appeared, but he did not fire his rifle. He called out "comrade", asking us to surrender. This I did along with the other soldiers in that room. I do know that all he had to do was pull the trigger on his rifle and he would have suirely killed me just like in the dream. He could have closed his eyes and still have killed me. That how close I was standing to the window.

I have asked myself many times why he did not fire his weapon. He was a soldier, trained to kill first and ask questions later, not to

give your enemy a change to kill you first. Every time someone asks me about how I was captured and I tell them and this same thing comes to my mind. Why did he not fire his weapon?

Maybe, just maybe, after 52 years the answer lies in the dream. Your Grandmother screamed loud that night. Everyone in the house heard her. Could have the German soldier heard her and for some reason could not fire his weapon?

Dad