The war was very literally in my backyard with a German General's staff, his radio listening post, the allied airmen hidden far away in the garden, and later the Canadian military field hospital in our living room with blood and wounded soldiers around us. It was a strange, terrible and sometimes even exciting period for the 11 year old boy I was then. My stories of the fall of 1944 are told from the viewpoint of a child and not that of a historian or a soldier. If you are interested you can read a few of them here :
Kees Vanderheyden |
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