Been thinking about Grandpa Marty lately. Survivor of a prisoner of war camp. I hope I inherited a bit of his determination and perseverance.
Grandpa is on the left.
When Grandpa was a prisoner, he kept a journal:
Captured December 1, 1944.
Left in solitary confinement for five days, December 6, 1944.
Reunited with journal and a Red Cross parcel, December 11, 1944.
I remember reading parts of this journal when I was nine, just after Grandpa died.
My second favorite page was:
Good thing the Red Cross was into candy bars!
My first favorite page was, and is, this one:
4-22-45, the Russians have liberated the camp.
Grandpa with my uncle and my dad.
We miss you.
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