12. Juli 1941
The next day we are in Czortków. Right next to my platoon's quarters there is a nice little house which I seek out as my possible quarters for the night. It belongs to a Polish family. The husband is absent, working away. The housewife is currently alone with her daughter, who is about ten years old. She offers me one of the two beds in the parents' bedroom and wants to sleep with her daughter on a chaise in the kitchen. But I still want to bring Unteroffizier Mielenz with me. She hesitates. She doesn't want two men, but finally gives in, and I move with Mielenz into the parents' bedroom, where we both sleep like groundhogs in our double bed. The next morning the good woman even brings us a large cup of sweetened coffee with milk and a large roll.
(Translation: R. Hargreaves)