Nazi in Defeat

In the Dauphine Alps, rod-backed Major General Otto Richter, a Nazi who had tried to be like a Junker, led a group from his disorganized 198th German Division into an American ambush. Before he could say Achtung he was a U.S. prisoner.

In a clump of trees he sat stiffly and sullenly in the front seat of a U.S. jeep--and acted out his version of how a German general should meet defeat. He refused to talk to anybody below his rank. Beside him sat a G.I. driver, staring ahead and nonchalantly popping his gum. Back of him sat one of his captors, a young lieutenant.

Once again, the lieutenant asked the General his name.

"I don't have to tell you," snapped the General, in his best imitation of the Potsdam manner, and clamped his jaw.

"O.K., be stubborn," grinned the lieutenant. He turned to the MP escort in the jeep behind him. Said he: "If this guy makes a break, just plug him." The jeeps whisked off to the rear. Major General Richter stared straight ahead.

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