Only Wearing the Pour le Merite Memory

Swimming at a pond or shallow slow flowing river. It must be summer or spring. There are lots of trees around with bright green leaves. It is a lovely spot to be in. I was swimming with several other people, some of the pilots. Kurt, Lothar and a few others that I can not visualize clearly. I remember swimming behind Kurt and surprising him at one point. He and I were instantly friends when we met. Then I remember suddenly realizing that everyone is gone. I climb out to find out where they went. All my clothes are gone. The only thing they left me was my Pour le Merite.

I'm not surprised. I've had this happen once before with Lothar. I remember walking through the forest stark naked with only the medal in my hand. I grew tired of carrying it, so I put it on. I walked until a black convertible comes along. The driver is alone and gives me a ride. I can't remember what the driver looked like. It could have been male or female, old or young, I do not know, but the car was a nice one, so the person must have had some money.

Whoever it was brought me home. As illogical as this may sound I remember walking in the front door of my parent's home still quite naked and saying absolutely nothing. My mother or sister came to see who or what was going on and exclaimed something in surprise. I continued up the stairs to my room and simply replied to her exclamations, "Lothar." For some reason this seemed to explain it all.

This memory seemed incomplete and I had a hard time believing that this person would or could drive me the whole way, but Europe is not the same size as the western United States, so I guess a three hour drive is a possibility. Later I had more memories of this incident, which I have posted down below..........unfortunately, I didn't remember to write it down when the memory flash came to me, or at least I misplaced what happened so I will give you a reconstructed version. When the memory first hits you, it is generally clearer, but not always.

The driver of the car was a woman. She was about 30 years old. She was a very classy female that had an air of nobility about her. She had red hair and was thin and elegant even though she was simply dressed in black and something turquoise blue. She reminds me a little of Dr. Crusher on Star Trek. Her nose is very prominent and is long and thin. She is an attractive lady. She kinds smirks at me when she stops the car probably due to the fact that I was stark naked except for the Pour le Merite which I decided to stick around my neck.

I'm not sure what caught her attention to stop, but I think it was simply because it was a strange sight to see a naked man walking alongside the road. I get the impression that she was a little unnerved by the Pour le Merite. I do not think that she was expecting to pick up a German officer. Her accent was strange. She was not German and she was not French. I would guess that she was from Belgium though I am not certain. I sat up front with her and she was kind enough to give me a scarf or wrap of some kind to put over my exposed groin area. Having things pop up would make it hard to keep a normal conversation going.

I believe that I told her of my situation and if my memory serves me right she drove me home? or at least someplace towards home where I could get a change of clothes. She may have taken me to her home? I am not sure. We were gone all day together. I don't know what happened during those 6 to eight hours, but she returned me to my air base late when the sun had already fully gone down. This was during the summer months, so we may have been gone longer than that. The guards at the air base thought that she was a spy. I don't think I ever saw her again.