Here I took over command of a compound of mixed USAAF, British and Empire aircrew.  I told them we were not going to 
become "old kriegies" as the war must soon end.  Soon our 900 went up to 2000+ as a band of US Army under an Eagle 
Colonel of infantry marched in.  He made me his 2IC and we continued our way of life.  They had been moved from Poland 
and endured a rough ride.  He was a grand old fellow, had carried a set of Scottish pipes all the way though he could 
neither fill the bag nor blow a note.  As Patten crossed the Rhine we, including all the other compounds were put on 
the road for Moosburg, Stalag VII-A.   On arrival at Moosburg Colonel Pop Goode my US boss found that he wasn't senior 
Allied officer.  Group Captain Willetts RAF held that seniority, Wing Commander Dickie Kellett was his 2IC.  Squadron 
Leader Murray shot down the day the war started was also there.  Pop Goode requested that I remain as his "RAF liaison 
officer" and I was accommodated in Pop's room with his supply officer.  Say what you like but the Americans exploited 
the goons to the nth degree and soon the goons were bribed to produce an electric hot plate to boil and cook and from 
somewhere other comforts appeared.  I had freedom of movement throughout the British and American compounds and was 
able to meet up with some school friends from Northumberland and Durham who were Gunners, Northumberland Fusiliers 
and DLI.  Strangely I did not meet many of own service who I knew.  

After General Patten's advance and the liberation of the camp on the 29th April 1945 we were soon on our way home and I 
flew out of Moosburg on the 7th May 1945 the day before VE Day to Northolt thus ending this rather unpleasant European 
vacation.