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“They (the Russians) kissed and hugged us like a bunch of women. Seemed kind of strange to me, especially on that narrow beam with fast moving water below us,” Huff recounted.
In the incident leading up the rendezvous, the Russians had not been so friendly. Lt. Robertson, leader of the patrol and Huffs commanding officer, had waved a makeshift American flag out the window of a tower on the bank of the Elbe, in an attempt to communicate their nationality to battle fatigued Russian soldiers across the river. When the Russians received no answer to their green signal flair, they opened fire on the tower and on the hapless Lieutenant whom they assumed to be a German playing a trick. No one was hurt but the Lieutenant told his men to take the jeep back to a German prison garrison on the outskirts of Torgau, a town already captured by the American forces, and to bring back a tall Russian, formerly a German prisoner of war whom they had met early that day. They left and were back in half an hour with the Russian.
When the shooting lulled, the Russian climbed to the top of the tower and yelled out the window to his countrymen, explaining to them that they were firing on their American allies. At once convinced, the Russians’ suspicions were allayed and the shooting ceased. They left their cover and came onto the bank waving their arms and shouting. The first one to climb onto the girder was the tall Russian; the Americans followed his lead, as did the two Russian officers onthe other side of the Elbe.
“After greeting them, we went back to our side and they followed. One of the Russian officers passed around his canteen and I just about choked when I
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