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  Jack Burrus

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East Meets West

In Leipzig, while some units of the 69th Division were fighting a fierce tank battle inside the city's rail station, Jack's unit was held back and ordered to stop where they were -- which happened to be right in front of a luxury hotel. "We took it over in a hurry. I swear that the carpets were two inches deep. The beds were great -- it was the first time we had been in one for weeks -- we had also caught up with running water and electricity. The first thing you do when you take over a place like this is to look for the 'goodies.' Somebody found them, too. A whole basement full of stolen French champagne.

"The champagne cache story had an unfortunate ending to it though. When we pulled out the next morning there were bottles of champagne everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't leave some our machine gun and mortar ammo behind in order to squeeze in a few more bottles in the jeeps and trailers. Everything went along fine for a day or two. Then some GI -- I think he was in our anti-tank company -- imbibed too much of it and shot his 1st Sergeant. The order came down immediately from the Regimental commander, 'there will be no more alcohol in any vehicle or on any person from this day forward. Period!' I can still see one of our Lieutenants emptying a small bottle of Black & White scotch whiskey that he had carried all the way from England for the sole purpose of celebrating VE Day -- I'm sure that he had tears running down his cheeks!"

North of Leipzig, one of the patrols of the 69th Infantry went past its assigned route and ended up at Torgau on the River Elbe. On April 25, 1945, elements of the 273rd Infantry Regiment met soldiers from the Russians' 58th Guard Division at Torgau. The long-awaited link up between the western and eastern fronts occurred, and the troops knew that the war's end could not be far off.

"Happy 2nd Lt. William Robertson and Lt. Alexander Sylvashko, Russian Army, shown in front of sign [East Meets West] symbolizing the historic meeting of the Russian and American Armies, near Torgau, Germany." Pfc. William E. Poulson, April 25, 1945. Description and photo from US National Archives and Records Administration.

Once the US Army got word about the link-up, official ceremonies to acknowledge the historic meeting were quickly arranged, and several high-ranking generals rolled into town for photographs. "Security was tight when the Generals came to town," wrote Jack in his post-war notes. "I remember the day that General Hodges, commander of the 1st Army, and Genl. Bradley, commander of the 12th Army Group, came to Torgau. We had riflemen lined up on both sides of the road about 6 feet apart for miles. Don't know if I had to or not but I got in on the lineup just out of curiosity as I'd never seen a 4-star general before. I'm not sure if we were there to protect them from the Germans or from the drunken Russians."

Jack wrote a descriptive letter home to his parents about the celebrations that followed:

"To get back to the story of the party, it started when a Russian walked up to me with his hand extended as though to shake hands. Right there's where I made my first mistake, because I shook hands with him. He no sooner had my hand in a grip like a vise than he promptly slapped his other hand on top of it to apply a little more pressure--just to make sure that I knew he was glad to see me!

About the time I had resigned myself to getting a disability discharge because of a mangled hand, he let go and motioned me into the house where they were staying. My curiosity got the best of me and I went with him. They were just eating. I don't know what meal it was because it was about 10 o'clock in the morning. He promptly pulled up a chair for me. They didn't have much. The main course was some highly spiced meat which was really good. They also had some kind of salad made from sour cream and some "brittle" bread. They also had a dish on the table that apparently contained nothing but just plain raw, fat bacon. There was practically no lean in it at all. Although they really devoured it, my curiosity wasn't quite strong enough to force me to take a piece.

After everybody finished eating they brought out the drinks. I was a little "leery" because I had heard of the potent stuff they carry. However, when they proposed a toast to America and Russia (the only two words I could make out) I decided for the sake of diplomacy to give the stuff a try--that was mistake number two! It looked just like water, but there's where the resemblance ended! I had heard of liquid fire but that's the first time I had ever tried drinking it! I decided right then and there that I was never meant to be a diplomat, and that they could take their diplomatic courtesy and politely go to hell!

When I want my tonsils taken out, I'll have a doctor do it, providing of course that part of my tonsils are left. Now I know why the Russians are such fighters. Just about two shots of that stuff and you'd be ready to fight your own grandmother! When I saw some of the other fellows later, I discovered that I had been to the wrong party. Theirs had ended by one of the Russians passing out 10 dollar bills--or rather 100 Mark notes (occupation money) -- guess everybody who was there got one!"

Jack Burrus, July 1999, proudly displays his dress jacket from his days of service with the Fighting 69th Infantry Division.

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