Even
the steady thunder of bomber planes on the way to Germany overhead failed to
wake him, but before dawn he had a fight with himself in his sleep. I watched from my ringside seat: himself seemed about to win but just in time
he knocked himself out. I counted ten
but he lay stiff and silent, not even snoring now; and in the morning we were
roused by the ringing telephone. It was
my girlfriend to say that Germany had surrendered, which places this meeting in
early May 1945.
