One British medical student brought into help at Ohrdruf described it as a place you'd enter at the beginning of the month and be glad to be dead at the end of the month. One GI described seeing Patton enter a room at Ohrdruf, come out, puke, and say, "I don't want you guys to take anymore f*#king prisoners."
Having listened to some of these, it seems to survive you had to be a teen-ager and some German had to give you a break somewhere along the way.
Listening to too many of these really shakes your faith in humanity.
Actually it was on Nat Geo, and they showed it again yesterday; Hitler's Death Camp, the Lost Americans.
Two of the survivors featured have since died, and the production includes photos with life dates at the end.
It is very moving. One guy liberated is asked what he'd like to eat, and he says eggs. When asked how he'd like them cooked he says any way they can.
He says they brought him a dozen eggs, boiled, fried, scrambled etc.
He ate them all.
My mother-in-law is a holocaust survivor who as a kid had to take the kinder transport to England to work in a strangerís house. Her mom somehow managed to get her dad out of a concentration camp, and when they reunited, moved to the good old US of A.
On my dads side, German jews who emigrated to the good old US of A before the sh#t hit the fan.
On my momís side, descended from John Alden, who sailed the seas on the Mayflower and established this beautiful US of A.
On my childís side, descended from slaves who were captured by good old US of Aers and enslaved, and racially discriminated against, until 400 years later, her mom was too poor to keep her, and good ole John Aldenís descendant liberated her from poverty, and gets to be the one who enjoys parenting her, while her mom gets to enjoy having given her child up for adoption, and our child gets to enjoy the identity challenges of being transracially adopted.
On my side, heard a sound on my front porch at 1 am, turned on a light, and saw a black man sprinting off with my planter. Except that in the morning, turned out that the perp was a white college kid, and my racist self-serving brain was just playing tricks on me. Good ole liberator me.
4 billion years later, same sh#t, different day. Have a great one!
My dad was in the battle of the bulge and helped liberate camps. With the last name of Goldsmith getting captured was not an option.... Not sure that they knew all of what was happening but they certainly knew a lot as the jewish oppression was one of the reasons that MY dad enlisted. To this day I am very much aware that simply because of my last name I would have been eliminated. I am very much aware that even to this day there is rekindled hate and oppression being fostered by the trumpers. scary stuff. At the same time however I can not help but notice how closely the Isralie Palastinian situation resembles the Warsaw Geheto...
Holocaust deniers are just bizarre. I've met one- it was totally surreal. The guy insisted that every photo in the world had been faked and assorted governments were all in cahoots to spread misinformation. Yikes. It's shocking this level of denial exits.
I've known one holocaust survivor . "Stanley" had the number tattoo and the whole deal. Asking about the camp was taboo. His son had his dads belt framed and hanging on the walll- you could see where Stanley kept punching new holes in the leather to make it smaller to keep his pants up. His waist size dwindled from 34" to around 15" when he got released from the camp.