Pages of my 1945 Diary
of my incarceration into a German Prison Camp
during WW2 1944-45.


It is now 27608 days ago that I started writing in this little old diary of mine.
Yes, that is now 75 years and 7 months and 2 days ago.





JUNE 1945: 17th, Sunday. Arrived home




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Chris, as he arrived back home!

17 Sunday. Arrived home at 10:15am. Everyone healthy and well.

THE END????

EPILOGUE

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.

What about...???