Douglasville, Iowa, a quiet Midwestern town. Located near the Amana Colonies, at first glance the town is no different than any one of a thousand other towns. Settled by a few strays of the German Pietists from down the road, the Douglasville residents are of a little different cut. These Germans chaffed at the strict religious requirements of the communal society they were once part of.
When the closed society of the Amana's went through what was called the "Great Change" in 1932, a group of settlers used the opportunity to leave and establish their own town. This village became known as Douglasville. With unemployment at nearly 30% back in Germany, many of the newfound citizens sent for their families and friends back in the Vaterland.
During World War II Douglasville opened its arms to the refugees and victims of the war. Embracing their Amana principles they offered housing and food to hundreds of people. While most of the new citizens were humble victims of the conflict there were a few rats within the mix.
These chameleons were former members of the Nazi Party. Relocated to the Midwest, they were able to walk in the light and pull strings from the shadows. Criminals all, they were folded in amongst the citizenry of Douglasville.
A cadre of officers and henchman, refugees themselves of the Third Reich, walked and slept among their victims. This group of people became the upper crust of Douglasville society. They possessed money, education and experience. Very quickly they infested their way into every organization of importance or need within the town.
Though small in numbers this industrious mix of Germans built the town of Douglasville quickly. Bringing in manufacturing along with a strong bank, the town doubled in size every 4 or 5 years until it became the Douglasville of 1970.
Another conflict, this time in Asia has come to dominate us. The town finds itself sending its young sons off to another war. A place called Vietnam. Douglasville has suffered its share of losses in this war and more than a few have come back in flag draped coffins.
The lucky ones have made it back home but war is unmerciful. All those young men are damaged in some way. Physically, mentally or both, all are scarred.
Today the town will morn two of her unfortunate sons. A third will begin a journey, in Douglasville.
