Just a Gallon of Milk

One morning mom asked me to run over to the neighboring farm to fetch some milk. It was near the end of this horrendous war and many had died, so needlessly many. Hitler had demanded that even the tiniest village to be defended to the very last drop of blood. For our tiny village alone […]

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