"We were taken back up or given orders to go to the Dusseldorf area in an apparent occupational capacity. But after two weeks there our battalion commander said we were moving out. And we find ourself in a convoy to Merced. And the war was still going on. We got to Merced. We get the scuttlebutt from our driver again that we were down in Merced without orders, because how the commander wanted to get into the action in the Pacific, and he didn't want to be hamstrung with an occupation. So this time he ran a file to the command, they said, 'Okay, no orders.'"