I Have Strange Dreams
Had a nightmare and to this day I recall it vividly. I was maybe 4 years old. In the dream there was a war. I was lost and crying. I couldn't find my family. There was what seemed to be a war all around me. Gunshots from all directions. I believed for some reason the enemy was German.
I ran into a young man who appeared to be no more than 16 or 17 and he aimed his rifle at me.
I began to cry thinking he was going to kill me when he turned the gun around and knocked me out with the BUT of the rifle.
I woke with a big lump on my head.Went crying to Mommy telling her of the man that almost killed me... she hushes me and told me I simply hit my head on the bed post.
Years later as an adult visiting Berlin's Holocaust Museum, I instantly stopped at this one photo. The young man holding the rifle was the same as in my dream. Below a dk haired girl holding her arms up to him. The young man was looking left to right as if to see if anyone was watching.
I inquired about this photo. I was told it was presumed that this soldier reached over the barb wire and brought the child to safety. The photo was taken by a Field Reporter.
I ran into a young man who appeared to be no more than 16 or 17 and he aimed his rifle at me.
I began to cry thinking he was going to kill me when he turned the gun around and knocked me out with the BUT of the rifle.
I woke with a big lump on my head.Went crying to Mommy telling her of the man that almost killed me... she hushes me and told me I simply hit my head on the bed post.
Years later as an adult visiting Berlin's Holocaust Museum, I instantly stopped at this one photo. The young man holding the rifle was the same as in my dream. Below a dk haired girl holding her arms up to him. The young man was looking left to right as if to see if anyone was watching.
I inquired about this photo. I was told it was presumed that this soldier reached over the barb wire and brought the child to safety. The photo was taken by a Field Reporter.