Lunebach, Germany, February or March 1945
Lunebach, Germany, February or March 1945

…women and girls, their sweaty, singed hair plastered to their foreheads dodging between our pounding vehicles with an inadequate bucket of water to cool the inferno that used to be home, - to stop the crackle a little.  They’d look at you, frightened and animal-like, to see if they could read the answer to the question of whether you’d stop to let them pass with their pitiful pail, or whether, if they left the safety of the curb, they’d be run down…

Letter from Germany, April 8, 1945