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ON THE ROAD TO MOROCCO



OFF ON THE ROAD TO MOROCCO

 

My buddies and I went for R&R on the Mediterranean beach near a small town called Beni Saf.    We really lived it up on the beach during the day and tried to find some night life and a little French wine in the evenings. It got to be boring after a few days so four of my buddies and I took a walk westward along the beach. We were warned not to cross over the border into Spanish Morocco, which was neutral, but we were not aware how close we were.

BEACH HOUSES

 

 

Above is a map of the coastline of Algeria and Morocco.  We were quartered in beach houses some distance west of Beni Saf, not far from the Moroccan border. There were no signs or guard posts at the border, but it did not take very long for soldiers to "lower the boom" on us and give us a scare. Although Spain was considered neutral during WWII, it was no secret that dictator Franco was "playing footsie" with Hitler.  Just before the invasion of Sicily, the British had dropped off a dead body dressed as an officer near the Spanish coast. This gambit was called "Operation Mincemeat", and the "officer" was carrying top secret material prepared to confuse German intelligence about the location of the coming invasion. The documents indicated that any attack on Sicily would be a ruse, and that the real destination of the Allies would be Sardinia. The fact that the British did this indicated the close relationship which existed between Franco and Hitler. I hate to think what might have happened to us had we been hauled to Spain as

 Well, we wandered over the border and were picked up by Spanish soldiers.  We had only beach clothes, and I did not even have shoes. Our captors made us walk to their headquarters where we were questioned and held for over six hours. A small Arab boy had been hanging around with us, and while we were detained this boy talked to the soldiers: what he said I do not recall, but it got us on the way back to our troops. The boy could converse with the soldiers much better than we could, and must have convinced them we were "the good guys". We were hauled back in a vehicle similar to our jeep. I was terribly sunburned, and the bottoms of my feet got burned from walking on the hot sand. According to my buddies they had to lay me down on my back in the vehicle because I was having delusions..

 

 

 
 
 



 


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