JUNE 1945: 17th, Sunday. Arrived home
Chris, as he arrived back home!
17 Sunday. Arrived home at 10:15am. Everyone healthy and well.
There are many more situations I can recall.
What about the nurse, crying outside our room for her "Fatherland"
after the capitulation?
What about the guard, who helped beat someone to death and sat the following
day next to me with no one else around, talking about his family with tears in
his eyes and saying how terrible they suffered from the bombardments.
What about arriving in Rotterdam and having some coupons for food or
something shoved in your hand and that was it.
What about walking through cities, flattened by bombs and under snow, and not
knowing where to go and what to do.