turbo
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A former boss (and a very good friend of mine) grew up in Latvia and experienced WWII from the viewpoint of a young person whose country was invaded and counter-invaded. His mother and aunt came to take him from school one day when the Russians had slaughtered all the livestock on their farm and had killed all the men who tried to defend the farm. They spent the next 2 years crossing Europe, living on whatever food they could glean from fields or get from villagers. Kredo told me that his mother and his aunt fed him from potatoes, turnips, etc, that they carried wrapped in their belongings, while telling him that he should eat because they "were not hungry". Believe me, he loved his mother and aunt, and nothing that he could ever have done for them could ever have repaid them for what they did for him.Evo said:My brother loved the WWII German planes for some reason. My mother and her family were almost constantly on the run from the Germans during the war, first in Europe, then in North Africa (her father was also a Captain in the French Navy, yeah I guess they had a Navy).
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