After I'd jumped the wall and hid under some rocks, I could here the Nazis looking for me and I could hear them getting closer, so I snuck away. . .
It's funny though, . . . I could swear I kept hearing arrows zipping into things. . . arrows! hehehe, I guess I hit my head a bit in the crash landing, hehehe :) Anyway, I found a walking stick and used it as a 'feeler' out in front of me, as I blindly stumbled through the Belgian countryside looking for Allied lines, or a friendly voice, when all of a sudden I slipped on the mud and fell flat on my face, and then I sat there . . . . |
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