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POST WWII (1946) -- AMERICAN SCRAMBLED EGGS 1/6/2010 5:58:43 AM
By Cindy Rodriguez, Commander, U.S. Navy (ret.) Today I'm directed by Mom to bring up an incident that occurred shortly after the war. It was 1946, Mom was 16. She was walking home one day when a group of American soldiers started rounding up everyone on the street near an old dilapidated war stricken factory, including Mom. She was the only female amongst the group of Germans that were gathered that day.
Mom didn't understand English. She didn't know what the Americans wanted. She thought she was in trouble and was scared. Then someone explained the Americans wanted everyone to clear and clean up the factory floor. She was in the midst of doing this when an American soldier walked up to her. He was short with black hair, not very handsome, and on his uniform Mom still remembers three inverted stripes (probably a sergeant).
"Do you want some of my eggs," he said in broken German and showed her a metal tin full of scrumptious looking scrambled eggs. Since the war and even after, she was always starving so she jumped at the kind offer and nodded yes.
What happened next is something Mom never expected. The soldier unzipped his pants and urinated on the eggs. Mom stood frozen in place by shock. The soldier then quickly grabbed her shoulder length hair with one hand, forcing her face into the tin he held with the other. She screamed and tried to pull away. Scrambled eggs and urine flying everywhere during the struggle. Two Germen men rushed to help her but an American officer got there first and grabbed the soldier, yelling at him to stop. Once the soldier released his grip on her hair, Mom ran from the factory. No one tried to stop her. She cried all the way home.
To this day, Mom is convinced the soldier was Jewish. When I asked her how she could possibly know that, she said by his actions and looks.
