Fifteen He Was (as he went to war)...

...was my first book. I wasn't going to write it but one of my granddaughters kept pushing and, after all, how do you refuse such a beautiful lady?

We were going to call it My Fibiography. Yes, it is an autobiography but, to keep the lawyers off my back, I was advised to call it fiction, alter most of the names of people mentioned and avoid having to plead for an 'okay to publish' from certain ogres in Uncle Sugar's elite clique.

The story is about a mixed up kid who, with the help of a long series of mentors, lifts himself from almost a total loser to success as a military officer, husband of a fantastic wife and father of two, now very successful, kids.

This is a demonstration of the importance of one’s faith and belief in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Rudi Tautz

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How it all started:

December 27 1944

I walked into the U.S. Army office in Minot and the Sergeant there behind the desk said, “You’ve come to join the army.”

“Yes sir.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 18 today, sir.”

“When were you born?”

"27 December ‘26.”

“Are you ready to ship out now, or do you want to wait until school’s over?”

“I want to ship out now.”

“You’re still in school aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to finish out the year?”

“Yes sir.”

At that the sergeant gave me some papers and I filled them in. I used Erika’s name and address except, of course, I used Rudolph instead of Erika. That way I figured my step mother wouldn’t be able to trace me. Anyway, the Sergeant said he had a group that would be shipping out the day after tomorrow on the train to Fort Lewis, Washington. I had to get sworn in with a bunch of other guys including Ted Rubley, who graduated last year, and Willie Moon, one of my Indian classmates. We were told to report back in two days when they were going to ship us out. I figured I’d have to spend the night somewhere. I had thought maybe I’d go out the same day and be gone. Erika said, “You can sleep at our house.” Their farm was near Williston, almost 3 hours drive from Minot.

That evening, after we had cleaned up the kitchen, her Dad started asking a lot of questions like where had I come from and why my father's name was Tautz, my name now is Martin but I wanted Erika to know that it is really Marjanovitch. So I told him how my father had been shot by the Red Army in Kiev (Ukraine) because he was a Jew married to a Christian. They were trying to get my mother who fled - walking all the way in the middle of winter - to Belgrade (Yugoslavia). How she married an old friend who was Muslim after he agreed to become a Christian. After she gave birth to me, we all went to Montenegro where we sailed by ship to French Indo China and, then, by trains, to Kunming China.

"So that's where you learned Chinese. How did you learn German?"

I related how my mother had schooled me in German, English and Russian as well as all the other subjects. When I was about six, they hired an old Chinese guy who was very well educated and he was my teacher until I left China with the Martins.

Erika, who had been sitting as quiet as a mouse hiding from a cat, asked why I left China with the Martins. I told her what Mrs. Martin had told me – that my mother had asked the Martins to take me with them to America and she would follow later with the girls -  but I didn't believe her. I really have felt that they stole me.

We all sat there for awhile without talking. Finally, as Mr. Tautz was getting up, he said, "Zzyvko, thinking bad things about what happened to you - and your father - just helps more bad things happen. You need to think about your future and how good you are going to make it be. I wouldn't want someone who always thinks black to be my daughter's husband. And now I have to go to bed. Farmers have to get up very early each morning."

After he closed the door I asked Erika, "You think we will ever get married?"

"I would like that. Now you sleep in Aloisa's room; she's away at college. You can help my Dad tomorrow. He would appreciate that very much.

She drove me back to Minot Monday morning early. We never told her dad about why I was staying with them those two nights because we knew he would object.

...and so the adventure began...(click here for more)

 

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