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It was September 3rd, and raining bombs. The war was three days old now. German planes came over our city and unloaded their noisy cargo. They only managed to disturb the dead, by dropping their destruction on the cemetery and places of no consequence. Then the planes came down over the potato fields, mowing down women, children, and old men harvesting their crops. Fifteen days later, Russian troops, in their Mongolian hats, swarmed all over the city. Dad was killed... More >>
Through Hell and Beyond in a Boxcar
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