It all started when…

“I was an American citizen, but being in Europe meant that I could only witness the war from that perspective. Sadly, from that perspective, the Americans were ruthless. They bombed big cities, and didn’t care who was there. They didn’t care if they killed women or children. When I was in Sachsen, I was only 50 kilometers away from the bombing of Dresden that would be the very end of the war. I didn’t really know what was going on that night, except for the noise and the way the sky lit up. Everything glowed red, and that was from 50 kilometers away! I remember thinking that I didn’t care if they came for us. I knew that it meant almost-certain death, but I wasn’t about to run. Not again. By that time I was already tired of running.”

“The young woman I lived with in Sachsen worked in Dresden for a high ranking officer. She was in the air raid, but managed to survive and walked all the way home. I will never forget the look in her eyes. You could almost see what she had been through. When she started talking, she told us about the phosphorous burns on people, and the bodies piled up in the streets. It was probably the worst air raid of the war, and we never hear about it here. Why would we? Victors always tell their stories in the way that makes them look best.”