The Germans

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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1945 I saw the defeated German army marching on a gritted road made by Russian prisoners of war, It had not been raining for a week their uniforms were dusty, no longer starched and stylish. I saw some of my friends there and waved, was told not to wave to the enemy. The defeated soldiers were marched to the prisoner camp formerly occupied by the Russians who were being sent home to an uncertain future: having capitulated to the enemy many, if not all, were executed. Now so many years later the Germans are back on top and it is deserved; they fell foul for the idea of a racist ideology and paid the price. Hard working people their place at the top table in Europe is assured.

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