George Trofimoff was on his first post to Germany. As soon as possible, he requested leave to go see his Dad. They had been separated in early 1944, when George had been conscripted by the German army, and failed in their attempt to reunite in 1947, when they had relocated each other as George was making his way to America. Leave was granted, and George wanted to make this reunion the Christmas of all Christmases.
His leave was to start on December 22. In preparation for his visit, he proceeded to purchase all the items rationed to the troops at the PX, including lots of cigarettes for his father and stepmother, but also a lot of pipe tobacco for his Dad, and other items rare in those days for Germans, including coffee, tea, sugar, and even a couple bottles of whiskey and French Cognac. He also acquired from a local farmer an extremely large goose. Traditionally, in Germany, a goose made for a very special Christmas. From a nearby market, he purchased fresh butter. By the time he had finished, there was no room in his duffel bag for the goose, so he had to bag and carry it separately.
By the time he left Camp King in Oberursel by streetcar for the railroad station in Frankfurt, he felt like a mule carrying a load of gold dust. He was so excited. His parents did not know he was coming. He kept picturing the look on their faces when he showed up at their door looking like a G.I. Santa Claus but being their son. Surely, it wouldn’t take long to get to Dieringhausen, the little village where they lived.
I write of George’s life in my book: Observer: The Colonel George Trofimoff Story, the tale of America’s highest ranking military officer convicted of spying.