Had our usual crazy briefing at 9. I had planned to go to Hamburg, but suddenly received orders to head toward the Hannover area with a Danish ambulance convoy. We picked up Russians and French from the camp in Neuengamme and are now on our way to Bergen-Belsen. It’s going to be a difficult and grueling journey.
We came under fire from low-flying English and American aircraft, so-called Tiefflieger. There were problems with roadblocks, and it was difficult to find our way to the camp in the night without signs or maps. We went off course and suddenly saw some buildings emerge from the darkness. Without realizing it, we had driven onto a barracks yard! The alarm went off! About eighty German soldiers rushed toward us, two of them armed with loaded submachine guns and hand grenades! They mistook us for an Allied reconnaissance patrol. Sven Nilsson suggested we make a lightning-fast escape, roaring off on the motorcycle into the night, but any one of the Germans would have certainly hit us dead-on.
“Achtung! Was tun Sie? Stillstehen!” I bellow in my school German with the strongest voice I can muster. The soldiers seem used to obeying commands shouted in German. They lower their weapons. We explain that none other than Hitler himself, through Himmler, has granted us permission to carry out our mission, and are then allowed to continue without being shot. We finally reach the camp late at night.