Ironically occupying a former Schutzstaffel barracks and training ground, the displaced persons camp was a chaotic network of buildings surrounded by a wire fence. Though liberated from the camps, these freed people now found themselves caged again. But this confinement was not the same, as evidenced by the euphonious sounds permeating the air. Laughter - a sound once forbidden by their captors, floated promises of tomorrow above the wired fence.
A duo of uniformed GIs sat at a long table before the makeshift entrance. They saluted Tony and Jimmy, who both returned the greeting. The shorter of the two seated men inquired curiously, “How can we help you?”
Jimmy spoke first. “We are hoping to find a woman. We think she might be here, or perhaps someone might have heard something about her.
