I was overjoyed to see “Former POW returns to Camp Gruber” (News, Sept. 16). During World War II, I lived in Muskogee and had a friend whose father was the commanding officer at Camp Gruber. I would spend Friday nights with her and we'd race to the prisoner of war camp Saturday mornings to trade comic books with the POWs.
We didn't understand German nor did they understand English but we all enjoyed a good comic book, our “universal language.” We pushed comic books through the fence for the next two years. The German POWs were nice to us. We subjected them to jitterbug routines for entertainment and we appreciated their applause. Those are fond memories.
Patsy Pierce Acers, Edmond