"As we rode into Buchenwald, I can remember thinking -- 'there is no place as horrible as we have been told-- no atrocities-- we should turnaround-- stop wasting time-- go back to Eisenach and establish our Battalion Headquarters.' But we continued and finally arrived at a place that did not look so bad as we passed the main entrance-- but, as we rolled around the front building, we saw the feeble mass of survivors milling around."