"Hmmm I guess that could explain it but it looks more to me than that. You need to drop all this extra hero stuff and get on with your life" he stated...."Well I would have if you had just called me! Where have you been the last year? Why haven't you come forward? I was worried that you were seriously hurt and we couldn't find any record of you at any hospital or clinic" I cried."Princess, don't get upset. I don't want any of this hero crap. I did what any other person would have done if he or she. Your brother..." Ah ... yes ... I had quite forgotten Harry."A USAAF pilot, Mother's brother and youngest sibling, Harry, had flown bombers ... B-17's ... I think ... from a unit base in England to targets in France and Germany. Shot down on the very last raid before the surrender he was captured and escaped while being transported to Stalag VII-A, Germany's largest Prisoner of War camp, just north of the town of Moosberg.Stalag VII-A served also as a transit camp through which prisoners,. Promptly at ten the auction started. Pat bid ten dollars for a clamshell bucket, he was the only bidder and bought it. There were three dragline buckets next, Pat bought them for ten dollars apiece. Next were three trailers made for hauling wood or concrete piling. Pat bought them for a hundred each. His was the only bid.Nine pickups were next all were in good shape, a few had four-wheel drive. Pat bid two hundred for each one, there were no other bids. A GMC surban station wagon was bid for. Without thinking I asked, “Have you seen the white Tshirt I had hung up in here?"There was an awkward silence and then, "Oh!" came the muffled reply. “I just threw it on. I didn't realize you were going to wear it today." That's OK," I called back."Just hand out my dressing gown, will you?" she responded. "And get a move on. It’s almost 8 o' clock."Sensing her urgency, I quickly pulled the gown from the hook on the door and threw the door open to hand it out to her.I wasn't ready for what I saw.