For weeks we have been sitting here in this position. The camouflage nets have been draped over each vehicle, looking like a nightmare out of the Arabian Nights, for weeks now. Everything has a harried, slovenly look, but maybe it's because this is a "secret" position. When we were ordered up here, it was under the heaviest cloak of secrecy. All identification was removed from the trucks, each man was inspected for any signs of which outfit he belonged to; they went through our clothing for addresses or cards. This was big, we had been told. We were to cross the Ruhr River and then it shouldn't be too long before the Germans caught onto how useless it was to try to keep on fighting.
Nagley, Lester C. Jr.
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 17.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss1/17