No Heroes: A Memoir of Coming Home

Arthur’s War Is Over

They took me to another hospital in Ferdafink, Bavaria. I’m in a sick bay in a refugee camp. Now it’s more or less a month after the war. In the meantime, my friends are out there, doing things, collecting things, robbing things, shooting people. Everybody takes whatever is left of Germany.

Some of the electricians I work with found out that I’m in this hospital so they came visiting me. They said, we have a present for you downstairs. I go downstairs with them. They brought the guy who broke my arm. They had beat him up and bound him to a dolly, beat him up a little more, and brought the dolly to me. So I see this piece of flesh, it looks like a bunch of shit. I said, get him out of here, will you? I’m not interested. I got very mad. My friends thought it was cute. Not me. The war is over. My war is over.