What I remember most about his stories of the second world war came long after I'd written about him. He was describing the artillery in that German pine forest, about the rows of trees mile upon mile and the shelling and how the airbursts would detonate in the treetops. "The shrapnel and the shards of wood came straight down into the foxholes," he said. "It was terrifying." I heard him breathe into the phone. He was 87 then, or 88. "All those pine trees. When it was it over, even in the smoke, ...
You are fully responsible for the content you post. Content that includes profanity, personal attacks or antisocial behavior (such as "spamming" or "trolling"), or other inappropriate content or material will be removed. We reserve the right to block any user who violates our terms of use, including removing all content posted by that user.
You must be signed in to post a comment