I grew up on a farm at Bourg and our chief crop was sugarcane in the winter. I was about 12 years old and I heard a big truck coming and a pel, and some things started jumping out. There was a pee about this tall, it was German prisoners coming to help cut sugarcane. Some can speak a little French and some can speak a little English. You got the two rows and you cut the cane and you threw it in the back of you. The other and row it in the other direction so the next row is empty so you can pass a wagon, but the Germans would cut the cane this high, they wouldn’t bend down.

Sitting down one day, I was about 12, I was filing my K knife and I saw some big feet about this long and it was a German prisoner and he looked at me. He wanted my father and he shouted at me and scared the heck out of me. I threw my knife and I started running.

My sister-in-law, very kind hearted. She did this with one of the soldiers. The German soldiers were cutting sugar cane one day and one of them came to talk to her to give her some water. He could speak French. He said I cry every night to my wife and my daughter in Germany, and she had just had Sue. So, he went into the house and rocked her, that German prisoner.