I was seven years old, an American officer’s son, when I walked through Dachau.
I remember the ovens. I remember the showers. I remember the stains still on the walls. I remember the ash piles, this was 1954, nine years after liberation, and the ash still hadn’t disappeared. It had not yet soaked completely into the dirt.
The Ash Didn’t Disappear – Video
I was seven years old, an American officer’s son, when I walked through Dachau.
I remember the ovens. I remember the showers. I remember the stains still on the walls. I remember the ash piles, this was 1954, nine years after liberation, and the ash still hadn’t disappeared. It had not yet soaked completely into the dirt.
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