"Around midday, things finally started to calm down. Everyone came out of the air-raid shelters; there was broken glass everywhere. The street where we lived, Vliegenstraat, was littered with war rubbish and equipment used by the fleeing Germans.

Nearby, in front of 'de Eendracht', which was the cooperative at the time, a fallen German soldier was lying in the corridor in the boys' school. The school desks, which had been used to create a roadblock, had probably been pushed to the side of the street by a tank and shattered.

That same Sunday afternoon, a small but sturdily built vehicle without a roof entered the street. The people were cheering and clapping. They were American soldiers in a jeep!"