The first thing I heard was “Hands Ho!” and this freckle-faced kid who looked to be 14 or 15 years old shoved this Burp Gun in my face and demanded “Pistola! Pistola!” I said, “no Pistola! no Pistola!” and then there were a dozen hands all over me. They took everything except some of my medical equipment and my clothes. I always carried two canteens and extra rations, cigarettes, etc. Boy, they really cleaned me out.