Beauty and the HorrorWe were all men. That is the beauty of it, and the horror. War makes a man realize who they really are.Beauty and the Horrorin To Bylo Tak, WWII
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The toughest thing I had to witness wasn't the gulags or the death of my own men... It was what went on behind the barbed wire fences and high concrete walls, under the scanning flood lights of the watch towers, illuminating the ash-ridden skies. People reduced to bones, skeletons walking like the undead and women buried naked in a pile of their own children.
I thought about the Jews, the stories my mother told me when I was a child. They were the monsters under the bed that would eat you if you didn't finish your vegetables. When I joined the army, they were the horrible men who raped our women and stole money from our fathers. Jews were the hook-nosed, hunch-backed, greedy demons in our textbooks and in our newspapers.
After what I saw in the war, I realized... they were only men. Children like my own baby brother, women like my sisters, elderly... like my own grandparents. They cr