American military officials did not take the complaints [regarding rapes] seriously owing to their belief that it was normal for the French to have sex in public.
But the citizens of Le Havre wrote letters of protest to their mayor, and not just regarding prostitution.
We are “attacked, robbed, run over both on the street and in our houses,” wrote one citizen in October 1945. “This is a regime of terror, imposed by bandits in uniform.”
Being Saudi Arabia’s bitch is not ‘America First.’
The American colonel Georg von Halban had a difficult task in early summer of 1945 in destroyed Vienna: He had to confiscate a large, undestroyed, representative building for the future center of the American occupational authorities. The Austrian national bank seemed ideal to him and his superiors agreed. The massive building was confiscated in a “festive” manner.
Only one director refused to move out. He occupied an apartment in the highest floor of the building. Halban came to him, accompanied by four Viennese policemen. He asked the bank director to leave. He turned away. Halban gave a sign to the policement. They pushed a piano to the window. The banker looked at it and was stunned.
When the other two policemen moved a couch to the window as well, the banker understood the seriousness of the situation. But it was too late. Without further ado, the piano was pushed out of the window and was smashed by a fall from a five-story building.
“I understand now.” The bank director said. “First the Russians, now you.”
They went into the courthouse on silent soles and raped me and all other women. Even the old teacher, whom I heard shouting “Let me go, I’m an old woman.”
In a village close to Pirmasens.