A blog from World War 2

Easter 1945

This is the second Easter I’ve spent on German soil, the second Easter my dear wife and kids are forced to celebrate without me! These holidays are nothing but a blow to my heart, I’d rather they never come. I wonder what sort of bleak Easter my poor wife had without me. She’s been living without me for 18 months, without me for 2 Christmases and 2 Easters, unable to celebrate these days as we once did together, instead she probably cried and cursed those cowards who tore me from my home. Will this war ever end? Do they really want to destroy everything and kill us all? Do they not want to grant me the great joy of embracing my dear wife and children?!

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