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One of the nastiest experiences I had was when I had been away from the unit for a couple of days with the C.O. While we were away, the unit had moved, and the officers Batman, a lad named Goldberg, was showing me around the farmhouse we were billeted in. He was in front of me as he opened the back door. He was killed by an anti-personnel mine. He took the full blast of the mine. All that happened to me was that I was knocked off my feet, and had a small piece of shrapnel in my hand.

It was about this time that we came across a pig sty where a sow and 8 or 9 suckling pigs were housed. The sow had been killed by a shell fragment.
A good friend to make in the forces is a cook. I met George Eyeland who was our cook in England. A few weeks before we landed in Normandy we became very good friends, and after a night out we always finished up in the cookhouse for a fry up.

After a discussion, we decided the only thing to do with the suckling pigs was to kill them and eat them--as they would have died anyway since their mother was killed. The cook made an oven from an oil drum and cooked the piglets to perfection. That is the first and only time I've eaten Suckling Pig.

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