My father was UKicon Navy. When the Germans surrendered in 1945 his ship
was order to Wilhelmshaven as the Army had not reached that far north.
The Captain ordered my father and some of the crew to load on to
the ship a large amount of Persian type carpets found in a warehouse.
When they had finished the only thing he could find to loot was the Police
Station typewriter. He said they were not happy about it but he took it anyway.
Later when our Army finally arrived he got drunk fell off a tank and broke his leg.
He called it his war wound, he was only 19. I can just remember my grandad using
the typewriter years later.