posted on Jan, 24 2012 @ 05:09 PM
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I was replying to this thread
earlier and it got me thinking about all the WW2 stories
I grew up hearing. War doesn't just affect the soldiers but the civilians as well. So no matter what you or your family were doing in times of war it
left them some amazing stories. I want to hear stories you have been told growing up (as well as share my personal favorite) I also want to hear first
hand stories from anyone who has been affected by war time in their life. I'm in a star giving mood so any stories shared will get a nice shiny star
from me....I'll star commentary with valid opinions as well.
To set the mood allow me a second to put you in my grandmother's shoes....Your a young girl, old enough to remember the official start of the war but
young enough the dominos have been falling since you were born. Your from a large family 13 siblings though one died at birth and another is simply
missing. Your the oldest female. Your family is poor but not quite as bad as some others. Your aryan but not racist. As far as you know you have never
heard about the murder of the Jewish community, All you know about that is they are not allowed in the same places you are. The most you understand
about them is all the propaganda filling the streets. Being young and impressionable you have your reservations about them but you don't hate them
by any means...Simply sort of afraid of the people you don't understand would be a way to put it
There is no forign media your only view of the world outside Germany is that propaganda on the streets...You have your reservations about this too
especially when you notice the world around you changing for the worse. Soldiers are occupying the streets, The Russian soldiers have caused the women
of your family much greif. Your family is haveing troubles keeping everyone feed. The wall is up and your near it. Prohhabition is in affect. But one
thing could help...Your family knows how to make wine.
Now that I've set the scene I'll continue with the story as I heard it.
The family would elect the cutiest of their children. Then they would load them up with homemade wine to sell (this was dangerous) The kids knew they
could make better sales on the other side of that wall so they would climb over it. On more than one occasion they were caught by German soldiers
(thankfully after makeing that nights sales otherwise I probably wouln't exist today). The German solders were easier to deal with than the Russian
soldiers. My grandmother would give them a pity story about how hungry her siblings were and explain they were simply looking for any scraps worth
salvage. They would tell her she needs to buy her bus ticket back to where she belongs...This is where she proves how awesome she was...She starts
crying explaining she has no money, if she did she wouldn't be here looking in trash cans for food. The soldiers having sympathy for a fellow German
would buy her ticket home. Meanwhile her shoes were so full of that nights earnings she could barely walk in them!
In retrospect It's easy to look at the parents sending their kids into a dagerous situation was bad. But in their defense the kids wouldn't be as
easy for the authorities to punish and ( as bad as this sounds) it was a choice of risk losing a few, that if they were sucessful you could feed your
family VS losing them all to starvation. As far as the parents knew they weren't going over the wall into even more dangerous territory. I know it's
hard to look at a story of an aryan family and feel sympathy but they were simply living in a country that was overthrown by an insane man. I guess I
wanted to share how hard war is even when your on the wrong side of it...just trying to survive and not sure of what or who to believe.