Seeing the light
When the II World War reached Denmark on April 9, 1940, I was 5 years old. We lived in a small harbor town, where I saw the Germans arrive. We soon moved to a deserted countryside area, so I only saw German soldiers on May 5, 1945 (after the British liberation of Denmark), when 2 soldiers passed-by on bikes making their way back to Germany.
My father was poor and at 14 years of age,........
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