Lawrence Hall, HSG
A Tale of Herschkowitz
602nd
Tank Destroyer Battalion
My father, who was a master sergeant in the Second World
War, told this story of one of his armored car’s crew, Herschkowitz. Towards
the end of the war, probably in the area of Zwickau, Herschkowitz was flirting
with some pretty German girls. This was probably one of the sanest moments in
Europe in 1945.
Later my father said, “Herschkowitz, I didn’t know you
spoke German.”
Herschkowitz replied, “I don’t, sergeant, but I know
Yiddish and we all understood each other pretty well.”
Thus endeth the lesson.
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