Posts Tagged ‘Kecatskay’

On July 10 I was working on the air raid tranch [sic] and on the water detail. I had a really close call just after we had taken our lunch break. I was inside the barracks resting a few minutes before we had to return to work. I was on the top tier in this barracks, also. The Camp Commandant came in, and someone hollered “Kecatskay,” which means come to attention. The Camp Commandant started going through the personal belongings of different ones in our squad. When he came to my bunk spot, he stopeed and picked up my box that I had my diary things in, and began going through it. It was a heavy cardboard box that I had put a false bottom in. [sic] and that is where I kept my records. On the top side of the box I had the diary they were having us keep, along with my toothbrush, razor and other personal items. The bottom of this was held in place with four small nails to keep it from falling out when it was picked up. It looked as if he were trying to figure out why the box was so heavy for no more things than were in the box. I stood there and sweated as he took each thing out, knowing that finally he would get to my notes that I had been keeping and that I would be punished really severely, as this was one thing they would not allow. Luck was with me, and here again God took care of me, for just at that moment the Air Raid alert sounded, and the Commandant dropped the box as if it was on fire and ready to explode in his hands. We cleared the barracks and went to the trench that we were digging for shelter. Here again we were lucky; the all-clear sounded about an hour later, and we did not see one plane.