May those many, many relatives of mine who were either murdered, worked to death or starved to death by the Nazis and their henchmen haunt you ‘til your dying day.
You will - I sincerely hope - especially be haunted by my great-uncle (3 years old at the time). An SS officer held him by the ankles and bashed his head against a tree trunk, then dropped his lifeless body in the village street.
