This is a story I heard a lot about over the years and kind of shows our attitude on farming and the military man.
In 1943 my Great Grandfather's 7 boys were all off fighting the German's and Japaneses overseas. This left him with hundreds of acres of potatoes destined for a very hungary army and no men to pick them. So he contacted the War Dept and had had some German POW's sent down from the POW Camp in Bangor.
Now they came down and were very happy to be out in the open air and helping to pick these potatoes. In fact they did a heck of a job because their own county had been war-torn for so long that they were shocked at how untouched USA was. Now my Great Grandfather was a drinking man and liked his hard apple cider, and appreciated hard work. It is a tradition (then and now) that when the crop is in the barn, we roll the cider barrels out and have us a time. My Great Grandfather figured that since the POW's had done such a good job there was no reason why the tradition should not continue. So out came the cider barrels and everyone got quite social!!
So about 9 PM they figured since things were going good, they would just keep going with the festivities. So at 3 AM the POW's finally made it back to base and everyone was sideways drunk...the POW's and the Guards alike! The commander of the POW Camp interrogated everyone trying to find out who started this catastrophe. Finally someone ratted on my Great Grandfather. So the next day the commander came down and asked my Great Grandfather if he got the POW's drunk. My Great Grandfather admitted that he did.
"Why in the blue blazes would you do that", he asked? "You have 7 boys putting their lives on the line fighting them overseas. Why would you get them drunk?"
"Well I figured that since they did a good job getting the potatoes in, and here, when the potatoes are in the potato house, we roll out the cider barrels."
Now rumor has it that as the commander talked with my Great Grandfather, he had to test this aforementioned cider, and word has it, he was just as lit as the POW's and Guards...and the War Dept never heard about the POW's and my Great Grandfather getting them all drunk.
In fact in later years it was said that the kind way the USA treated the German POW's helped to foster good relations with Germany there after. I would like to think this farm, my Grandfathers open-mindedness and his willingness to share his cider with men in uniform...friend and foe...had something to do with world peace!