AfterWar Boy ?

I remember occupying years of Denmark as a dark and gloomy ghost, a shadow of fear over everyday life and my life. A ghost, especially from the nights of the siren-howl from the Copenhagen rooftops crept into the homes and people and my first years. When the Nazis had lost their war and most of Europe was shattered ruins. They also left Denmark with large after-war scars.

We boys had easy access to all the droppings, as the German occupation troops threw away before they began the return journey to ruins in their neighboring Germany. Of course boys who play war, can never die. The majority was dangerous and was confiscated by the adults, but I remember we came even around in gas-masks, cartridge-belts, steel-helmets and even explosives pencils.

One of the major findings was when I with a few other boys were playing in Copenhagen Utterslev-bog near home. I dug with a pole at the bottom after one of our small sailing ships which had gone to the bottom.
  
Suddenly the pole grab something heavy and pulled a strap up, which was associated with a gun (a German Mauser rifle) it turned out to be. It was a harrowing formidable discoveries for us boys. When we got it into dry land. We were, however, been observed by one of the bog-guards who came and scolded us, and then threw the rifle into the water again and drove his way

However, we had observed the place where the rifle fell into, and resumed fishing again until we again had the rifle on land. Now it was important to get it transported home and I got the idea to tie it on the bar of my bike and then run it the few miles to the property. In this way the transport would not attrac attention. Here we got the mud-wet Mauser rifle mounted on an attic in connection with the residential.

Fortunately, the rifle was not equipped with charging framework and cartridges. The Mauser rifle was thoroughly wiped, and tested by us boys with red ears and spiky hair. 
We also provided it with a German-bayonet, which also was in my possession. We hid the rifle in the attic for some time, then our special Mauser-toy were discovered and confiscated.

(From my series Flashbacks)