After the goose had cooked and all the trimmings prepared, George, his father and his stepmother settled into a long, delicious Christmas dinner. There were no distractions. There was no hurry. There was the joy of being together. George’s father reminisced of his training as a Calvary officer with the Imperial Guards and later the White Army of General Yudenich against the Reds in attempting to liberate St Petersburg from the Bolsheviks. George listened intently to the stories, just as he had as a child.
The following week, his Dad took him around friends in the village and introduced George proudly, saying that he was already an “Unteroffizier,” equivalent to a sergeant in the German army. Everywhere they went, they were received with hearty welcomes, as George discovered that his Dad was quite popular in the village of Dieringhausen. Perhaps it was because he had a radio shop through which local inhabitants could order the latest model radio receivers. This Christmas, this reunion, after so many years of separation, had deep meaning. George didn’t want to leave, but the time had come.
Immediately upon his return to Ft Bragg, George was assigned as a training NCO (non-commissioned officer) to one of the four newly- activated military intelligence platoons of the 526th, which was composed of primarily German, Russian, Polish, Czech and Serbo-Croation linguists.
I write of George’s life and military career in my book: Observer: The Colonel George Trofimoff Story, the tale of America’s highest ranking military officer convicted of spying.