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ISBN-13: | 9781631683886 |
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Publisher: | Graymalkin Media |
Publication date: | 08/08/2023 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 220 |
Sales rank: | 949,698 |
File size: | 1 MB |
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Author website: johannareiss.com
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A Hidden Life
A Memoir of August 1969
By Johanna Reiss
Melville House Publishing
Copyright © 2009
Johanna Reiss
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-933633-55-8
Chapter One THE WAR that was never going to be followed by another one had been over for almost twenty-five years. In many parts of the world, plans were being made to commemorate the event, a speech here, a parade there, and "It Shall Never Happen Again" in places in between.
In New York, protests against the war in Vietman bounced off buildings and some people burned themselves alive, an act, said Jim, that showed how deeply they felt about the war. Not so, I said in the safety of my living room: "They're using the cause: They're sick."
In Holland, as an early anniversary present, the Dutch minister of justice suggested the release of the last three war criminals still in jail. "Why keep them any longer?" he said. "It's costly, inhuman, they're old, no longer well. Let's send them back."
"Don't!" people who had gathered in The Hague, the seat of government, screamed. Sini screamed too, and fainted. She said so in a letter that I read in my living room in New York. "Don't ... remember what happened with the one that was let go because of some incurable disease the doctor said he had? Once across the German border he all but strutted out of the ambulance and was given a hero's welcome."
Had I already been in Holland I wouldn't have taken to the streets, nor joined in the shouting. Encouraged too much by Johan, the man in whose house, room, bed I was saved. "Annie,"-my nickname as a kid-"Gives you no trouble, a good thing, too. I'll tell you why, I don't know exactly the, what-d'you call-'em, ins and outs, but some Jew had to be shot by the people who took'm in. He always wanted something, and complained if it didn't come quickly enough. They couldn't take it any more."
1969 had been a year of unrest everywhere. Holland too had protesters against the war in Southeast Asia. Those born after the Americans did their liberating paraded about, buttons on denim shirts and in outfits their parents had discarded as soon as stores carried wearables again. Wrong is wrong: Buttons and throats yelled "Yankee Go Home!" It was also the year in which tour buses, shiny and bearing names like Reiselust and Lebensfreude, fanned onto Dutch roads. Buses filled with middle-aged Germans, men in stiff blue caps, loudly pointing out guck mal-"look"-where they had done their fighting.
These same roads were also crowded with caravans, filled with Dutch people meticulously in something the Americans had invented: clothing that wouldn't wrinkle, no matter how long you'd sit in it. And sit they would, all the way to Normandy, to the cemeteries where Allied soldiers lay buried. Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine. Sure, it was not a cheery thing to be doing for their vacations, but this was a special occasion, exactly twenty-five years after D-day. Just think, all those young men who had been told to cross the ocean-a lot of them surely had not wanted to-and face the enemy so Europe could be free again. With them they carried candles and jars to put flowers in, once they got there.
I know, my own trip, I keep pushing it away-I'm getting there.
(Continues...)
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