Barracks full of French ladies

[Ed did not have time to change out of a suit into his uniform — regs notwithstanding — before heading out with the guys.]

I soon found out what the attraction at the DP [displaced persons] camp was: a barracks full of French ladies entertaining several members of the American Army. Champagne was flowing and everyone seemed to be having a great time. The whole scene reminded Stubby and I of the orgy we had witnessed only two nights earlier on the floor of the underground wine cellar. The barracks was typical of all the other barracks I had seen. Bunk beds on each side of an aisle down through the center of the barracks. Something was different though. In each bunk bed was a French mademoiselle and an American G.I. Everyone was so occupied, the soldier in the tuxedo with long tails, white shirt and tie was scarcely noticed. I decided it was time for me to return to our billrt. Try as I may, I could not convince Stubby it was time to go. He wanted to stand in line in hopes of taking his turn in sharing some pleasures with one of the mademoiselle's.

—War Stories by EO Swain, 1945 March 26.