Coleman turned to me and Melling. "Lets go," he said putting his helmet liner on, "I think I know who they are. You better come along too to identify them." The G.I., Melling, Coleman, and I went outside and jumped into the jeep.

"Think you know who they are?" I asked Coleman.

"Well," he began speaking over his shoulder, "what do you think? They don't speak German, so they're not Austrian probably. They're not American, we know that. What else could they be?"

"Maybe, they're DP's," I stated, quoting Melling.

"That's just what I think they are, and we're going to find them."

The jeep careened around the corner and pulled up near the PX. Coleman got out followed by the G.I. and me.

"Melling, you stay with the jeep." Coleman told the driver. "If we need you, I'll blow my whistle."

We crossed the Gurtel near the PX. "What are all those people doing over there?" I asked.

"There's where a lot of Black Market transactions take place, and two to one, those two DP's who stole this guy's watch came over here to get rid of it quickly."

"What if they've already sold it? I asked.

"Well, I don't think they've had time to make it here, yet, and if they have, I don't think they've sold it."

We walked through the crowd looking at all the faces, and we knew we looked conspicuous. However, we didn't care about that under the circumstances.

"See if you can identify any of these characters," Coleman told the G.I., and if so, don't say anything. I'll take care of things."

We continued walking through the crowd. We were almost finished, when the G.I. stopped. "There they are, both of them, talking to that man with the moustache."

"Stay here," Coleman told the G.I. "Come on," he told me, "and watch yourself."

We approached the two youths, who as yet hadn't seen us.

"Kommen sie mit mit," Coleman said to them, as I went around behind the other youth. We marched them both back to the jeep, and when they saw the G.I., they both seemed to pale.

"I'm sure glad you got them," the G.I. said. "They got my watch on them?"

"We'll wait until we return them to the Bezirk Station."

Upon returning, we searched them and luckily they still had the watch. Coleman called the Radio Desk Sergeant and reported the incident. Finally, an SIS agent arrived and took the G.I. and the DP's to the Provost Marshal's Office for questioning. Coleman sat down at the typewriter and filled in the Desk Blotter. I continued the comic magazine and Kent Clark was just about to change into Superman, when I heard Coleman's voice.

"Melling and I are going to check the 'Off Limits' cafes. You stay here with Whitman. We'll be back in a half hour."

Coleman and Melling left in the jeep, and I settled down to finish the magazine. When they returned, there were only a few people on the street and it had begun to rain.

When we had been relieved and had returned to the billets, I knew what Coleman meant, when he told me he liked his job. For some reason, I think I liked it also.