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It is late in the war. We know this because the pistol carries a 1944 date. The Wehrmacht is bleeding from every orifice. Hitler is doomed. So also are many of his soldiers.
Unteroffizier Drewes is one of those men. An Unteroffizier , with the responsibilities of a squad leader, is the lowest-ranking sergeant. We'll never know what sort of man Uffz. Drewes was, but he was wearing a German uniform and facing American GI's.
Uffz. was a medic. He wore a red cross on his armband. German medics wore pistols. This may have been policy or it may have been born of necessity for an army being defeated and needing every man available to fight.
Uffz. Drewes' serial number was 10661 as we can see from the name, rank, and serial number painstakingly etched into the leather holster.
In any event, the guy who sold me this pistol was an American GI. He told me that Uffz. Drewes had his hands up and was surrendering, but it made him mad to see a medic with a gun so he shot him.
Who knows what happens in war? Honor flees. Murder is every day. Boys become butchers.
Where in Europe did this all take place? We'll never know. But there still remains a poignant relic of a world gone mad and honor and craven brutality sharing a piece of land.
Unteroffizier Drewes is one of those men. An Unteroffizier , with the responsibilities of a squad leader, is the lowest-ranking sergeant. We'll never know what sort of man Uffz. Drewes was, but he was wearing a German uniform and facing American GI's.
Uffz. was a medic. He wore a red cross on his armband. German medics wore pistols. This may have been policy or it may have been born of necessity for an army being defeated and needing every man available to fight.
Uffz. Drewes' serial number was 10661 as we can see from the name, rank, and serial number painstakingly etched into the leather holster.
In any event, the guy who sold me this pistol was an American GI. He told me that Uffz. Drewes had his hands up and was surrendering, but it made him mad to see a medic with a gun so he shot him.
Who knows what happens in war? Honor flees. Murder is every day. Boys become butchers.
Where in Europe did this all take place? We'll never know. But there still remains a poignant relic of a world gone mad and honor and craven brutality sharing a piece of land.
