While our friends Henry Spalding and A.L. Humphrey along with so many other Americans were struggling to find rats to eat in Japanese POW camps overseas, the German POWs on American soil were producing plays every other month at Camp Bowie in Brownwood, Texas.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m very proud of how we treated these people, and it reminds me that I am sick to death of hearing how bad we Americans are. In a world that loves to talk about the mean old Americans, I like to remind myself of the time when we allowed POWs to entertain themselves with their performing abilities.