I was mentally prepared to sustain serious injury or death, but before that day I never contemplated the reality of being captured by the enemy. I thought, "This is going to be hard on the folks," only to realize that I actually verbalized my thought out loud.
As the English-speaking officer and I walked side by side, he said, "War is terrible, isn't it?
Mots clés war world-war-ii nazis prisoner-of-war
[...] during one train stop, I watched as another guard with a spirit of empathy, ran out into an apple orchard and picked apples. He carried his jacket like a bag and filled it with apples. The kind German came to our open train window and handed us each an apple. The juicy apple tasted so delicious. I so appreciated that apple and his unusual compassion.
Oliver OmansonMots clés compassion world-war-ii nazis prisoner-of-war food-shortage
The "herrenvolk" [master race] are all around you, threading their way on their bicycles between the piles of rubble or rushing off with jugs and buckets to meet the water cart. It is queer to think that these are the people who once ruled Europe, from the Channel to the Caspian Sea and might have conquered our own island, if they had known how weak we were.
George OrwellMots clés world-war-ii 1945 war-correspondent nazi-germany
I would sum up the German character best by saying that they are the best of losers and the worst of winners.
Edmund IronsideMots clés history world-war-ii germany britain
It was now December 7, 1941; the date that Franklin D. Roosevelt was destined to declare would live in infamy.
Randall WallaceMots clés history wwii america world-war-ii ww2 fdr pearl-harbor franklin-d-roosevelt
I never thought I should live to grow blasé about the sound of gunfire, but so I have
George OrwellMots clés world-war-ii the-blitz
I wanted something that would address the strengths and weaknesses of humanity. I wanted a story that could move readers. My Honor Flight is that story.
Dan McCurriganMots clés humanity adventure death courage world-war-ii hero emotional
On June 23, 1942, there was a group of French Jews in a German prison, on Polish soil. The first person I took was close to the door, his mind racing, then reduced to pacing, then slowing down, slowing down....
Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each would that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.
I took them all away, and if there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away.
Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye.
They ere French, they were Jews, and they were you.
Mots clés death french world-war-ii jews the-book-thief
In Paris, I found myself surrounded by Germans; they were all over the place. They played music, and people would go and listen to them! All along rue de Rivoli, as far as you could see from place de la Concorde, there were enormous swastika banners five or six floors high. I just thought, This is impossible.
Imagine that someone comes into your home—someone you don’t like—he settles down, gives orders: “Here we are, we’re at home now; you must obey.” To me that was unbearable.
Mots clés world-war-ii nazism french-resistance
There, in the tin factory, in the first moment of the atomic age, a human being was crushed by books.
John HerseyMots clés books wwii death world-war-ii japan bombing hiroshima ways-to-die
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