Handsome, blond, probably some kind of aristocrat before the war . He didn't want to subject himself to the
surrender routine required by our army.
"STRIP YOURSELF BUTT NAKED--COOL YOUR ASS TIL WE GET THROUGH
SEARCHING THROUGH ALL YOUR STUFF.
IT MAY TAKE QUITE A WHILE."
So, wearing what looked like his fanciest uniform complete with spit shined boots, he surrendered to me-
a lowly corporal.
In his army corporals worshiped officers like him...BUT I WASN'T IN HIS ARMY.
I HAVE MY OWN TERMS OF SURRENDER
FOR YOU SIR,
AND MY OWN SPECIAL WAY OF DOIN'
A VERY DETAILED STRIP SEARCH.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT, SIR!