The Photo Memory

The Photo When I was nine, the war had been over for about two, years, but the German army had left behind uniforms, so we dressed up and made a Nazi salute thinking this was the way the Germans greeted one another. I know better, know they primarily shake hands. A picture for posterity was taken of three lads acting it up. I had forgotten about the picture although it is on a frame on the top bookshelf. A tiresome anti-Nazi, born in 1960, didn't think the photo had any historical value and wanted me to destroy the offence we children had committed. He got upset when I refused the request and called me a Nazi storm trooper, left and slammed the door.