Nobody Cut My Hair!
Steve
Lenkevich It
was late at night as Cannon Company headed to billet in the beautiful City of
Weissenfels where there were very few spoils of war.
The next day was very nice
Shortly,
we came a barber shop, entered and two barbers snapped to attention. The
Captain sat in a chair and I proceeded to cut his hair.
Many GIs came in for haircuts, too.
While some were waiting and looking around, to our delight a large
storage room was found full of Cognac. To
reach the room, one had to go through the shop, down some basement steps,
through a tunnel under the street, to the room.
Cannon
Company 273rd Inf Rgt
tim.renshaw@comcast.net
trenshaw@andrew.cmu.edu
(717)
774-6665
It
was not long that GIs came up with bottles of Cognac in both hands, sat in the
barber chair waiting their trim. As
I cut hair, we nipped Cognac! The
longer the cutting took place the drunker we became.
In a short while we became daring. As
the barber, I would ask what kind of haircut was wanted? The replies were varied.
Pony tail, GI, bald head, crown bowl, crosses, Xs --everything
imaginable.
We
got so drunk we could not make it out of the shop that night.
We laid on the floor and slept it off.
We slept on hair, spilled Cognac, upchuck, blood as well as and glass
from broken mirrors all around us.
A
shrieking whistle awoke us with a "Let's Go" order at about 5 AM. We were sick
with headaches, stomaches and hangovers. As
we were walking in the breaking daylight,
the GIs began to give me dirty looks and stares.
When they took off their helmets, I figured I would be in for big
trouble!
It all ended up as a big joke and everyone laughed. Nobody cut my hair!