It seems liked I had just gotten into bed when the alarm went off. I looked over at the clock. I was sure it was wrong. It was very clear, however, that the time was 5:00am. I was not moving too quickly. Maybe it was the jet lag. I did get dressed, and went down to the lobby where I met the others. We were all present and accounted for. Now it was off to our first stop and our headquarters- Frankfurt on der Oder.
Frankfort is about 80km from Berlin. We actually left about 6:30am and got into the city about 8:30am. We checked into our hotel, and found a place to eat breakfast and to get to know each other better.
I wanted to know how far we were from the battle site. I was told about 38km. It would take less than an hour to get there. We would not be heading out right a way. We had to make sure that the equipment was in place for the area we were assigned to. I listened carefully, because I wanted to make sure that the area I would be working in; was where Curt died, so that I could put the ring with the remains, and than "discover" them. I felt in my shirt pocket and the ring was securely in place.
The weather turned rainy, so it was decided to stay put for a day, and head out about 9:00am the following day for our first dig. Leo and Mose showed me around the city. Since I could speak German, I found a lot very interesting.
Later in the day, Karp and Klavaya wanted to cross the border into Poland. I thought it would be interesting to see what it looked like from the other side of the river. When I was with Curt I saw "our" side that was getting hammered from the artillery on the opposite shore. Now I could see their vantage points.
After dinner on the Polish side we returned to our hotel. We met again and we were broken up into smaller groups. Since I was a newbe, I would be in the group with Leo and Mose. Hilde, from Holland who were experienced at all this. Leo and Mose kidded me that I had romantic designs on Hilde. She was a really attractive girl, a university graduate. I didn't think she would be interested, but the thoughts that she would were an ego booster.
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The Silver Ring
Teen FictionHigh School senior working on history paper about World War 2 finds a silver German World War II ring. The dead German soldier, owner of the ring, appears to the student, and asks his help in returning the ring to his family so that his soul may fi...
