A special train chugged out of Berlin's Wannsee Station, bound for Frankfurt. U.S. Lieut. General Lucius D. Clay and his military government staff were aboard. After a while, Clay remarked that the scenery seemed changed since his last trip. The conductor glanced casually out a window, looked startled, gasped: "We just passed my house."
"What of it?" asked a U.S. Navy captain.
"My house is near Leipzig. We must be going the wrong way."
The train backed up, lost five hours getting on the right track.
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