johncardinalli

My worst memory was one of my woman agents, Katja who was Polish, I took across the Rhine River to gather intelligence ran over a mine and killed her. She committed herself to gathering intelligence, even slept with a German Captain to get intelligence.

My favorite memory of the war is when it was over.

I trained directly with him. He told me to disarm him and he cut me. The day I shipped out, he called me into his office and said "Cardinalli, take my knife -- you earned it." I carried it with me everyday while overseas. I still have the knife here is a picture of it.

Proof of Knife: http://imgur.com/a/klHZG

**Grandson here: spelling lesson learned

I never met a Nazi in person. I can't say I would have any ill-will. Being on the ground, I took orders and had a job to do. They took orders and had a job to do. I'm talking like to like. I am not talking about those who made orders. That is another story.

Many. But, believe it or not, it has to do with getting Scotch from my sister. I sent a letter to her a few months earlier telling her how things were. I jokingly said I could use some Scotch. To my surprise, 2 months later, I got a package with cans that looked like canned food. I opened it up and it was full of Scotch. Twelve cans! My family is from Monterey, CA and my sister was a good friend of the owner of Hovden Canning Co. where the Monterey Bay Aquarium stands now. She said my brother needs some Scotch, so they canned it.

Yes. I went back to Holland and Belgium in the 60's. I went to visit an old friend that I met in Holland while in the OSS. He was chief of police in a small village in Holland named who gave me a map. Many of us were in Holland at some point during the OSS and I needed to post my agents in various areas. We talked about if I was caught with that map, it would have cost the lives of many. That map was my bible. Yellow circles are where I placed agents. Here are some pictures of the map:

http://imgur.com/a/jV1Jj