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shoulders and replied: “Oh, I have the machines all
right, but not a drop of gasoline, so they are of
no use to me at all.”
German troops were retreating over the roads
near Hamburg, at Neu-Brandenburg, and near
other towns—small disorganized groups, almost
without arms, almost as hopeless as the refugees
from the east; soldiers who realized that the war
was lost, that this was the end. I noticed groups
of almost platoon strength, unarmed but for a
couple of rifles. When I remarked on this to
German officers they replied resignedly that such
was unfortunately the fact. Supply of arms had
ceased. The few weapons that remained had to
be husbanded. When men were relieved they had
to pass their weapons along to those who took
over. And this was the army that a few years
before, in 1940–1, so nearly conquered all Europe.
As soon as I had seen the work of the Swedish
Red Cross detachment well under way I set out
for Denmark to report to the Danish authorities
on our negotiations and the work that we had
set in motion. Just before my arrival in
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