Originally Posted by Birdwatcher
My mom can recall the throbbing sound of Luftwaffe bombers, the sounds of bombs impacting, and the time a German plane buzzed the playground she was at without strafing. Her dad was a fireman.

My Ex MiL, whom I still speak to regularly, witnessed the Bataan Death March as a little girl, spent the war with her family hiding in the jungle while her father fought with the guerillas.

They both had eventful childhoods.


Ahhh....the good ole days....

I am MAGA.