Opening Moves

The recipients did not look at the contents until prompted by Eisenhower. Each contained their listed gallantry and service awards, de-nazified by the removal of swastikas as agreed with the Council and accompanied by an ‘authorisation to wear’ document very boldly signed, originating from the office of the Supreme Commander.

Whilst such things are a matter of pride for combat soldiers, there was an amount of confusion apparent on their faces.

“Our understanding is that those who serve in the Legion will be permitted to wear their bravery awards, so wear these with pride gentlemen.”

Confusion was replaced by surprise, tinged with not a little pride.

“Additionally, and on the recommendation of General Clarke, fully endorsed by myself,” Eisenhower turned and picked up the first small box, removing its contents.

Eisenhower smiled and spoke, almost as an aside.

“This is one of the advantages of having your forces under my command.”

He stood in front of the senior German who autpmatically stiffened.

“Major Uhlmann, for bravery and sustained courage in the face of the enemy you are awarded the Silver Star.”

The medal was pinned in place, despite Uhlmann’s confused look.

“The Council of Germany and Austria has approved the award and granted you permission to wear it and indeed any and all awards that will come to your fellow countrymen, now and in the months ahead.”

Uhlmann suddenly realised that the American Leader was extending his hand and his confusion arrested his own response.

Eisenhower’s hand stayed, firm and steady, until Uhlmann regained his senses.

Some years later Eisenhower would record how he suddenly wished he had made not arranged a private affair, wasting the symbolism of the moment in a small office witnessed solely by six people. However, the secrecy issues remained, hence the absence of even a photographer.

‘Maybe when it’s all over a repeat for public consumption?’ he mused.

And with that, Ike repeated the process with Shandruk and Braun, each ready for the moment the American offered his hand.

Passing over the medal boxes for inclusion in the larger ones he beamed broadly at the three men, each sporting the shiny new award.

“Wear this award with the same pride as you wear all your others.”

Once more Rossiter barked a command and once more it drew instant disciplined response.

“Congratulations and thank you once again gentlemen. May you all stay safe in the difficult times ahead.”

On receipt of the translation, all three clicked their heels but were again disarmed immediately by Eisenhower, released from the moment of formality, moving forward with his hand extended, grasping Uhlmann’s which had reciprocated automatically this time.

Shaking all three men’s hands warmly, Eisenhower glanced at Hood who took his cue and opened the door.

“Gentlemen, my apologies, but I must now go to work. Stay safe and do your duty. God go with you all.”

Once the meaning of his words had been laid out to Uhlmann and Shandruk, the three responded by coming to parade attention and throwing immaculate salutes to Eisenhower, who responded, strangely proud of himself and the men in front of him.

Without further ado, the three left the room to go to France as legionnaires in the new French Foreign Legion Corps D’Assault.

1844 hrs Sunday 12th August 1945, The road to Calvados, France.

Waiting to be taken to a French Reorganisation Camp, Uhlmann and Braun sat in the back of the 4x4 Dodge eyeing each other whilst they waited for Shandruk, for whom a visit to the latrine had been a priority.

Having occupied some of their wait with rummaging in the boxes of awards, both discovered that their tank destruction badges were omitted. None the less, the two set about restoring the marks of their service, asking advice about positioning here, offering input on adjustments there.

With their own uniforms it would have been much easier but eventually the awards were in position and, bizarrely, did not look out of place on the uniform they wore.

Braun looked up just in time to see Shandruk shake an unseen hand in the doorway before bounding down the steps.

‘Strange.’

He swung himself up into the back of the small vehicle and whistled softly at his comrade’s appearance, nodding his approval. Braun wanted to ask but for some reason stayed his hand, the furtive look the little Ukrainian cast at the disappearing Hotel preventing open discussion.

As the vehicle departed, the American congratulated himself on a piece of quick thinking. He was never wrong about a man and Shandruk fitted his needs precisely.

‘We can work on the English later’, he reminded himself of the one shortcoming he was aware of.

Realising the man’s qualities and attributes too late in the day, there was no opportunity to organise matters as he would have wished, retaining Shandruk close at hand.