Another guard sits in his high tower like an angry demigod looking over his creation. A few women and children in their blue and white striped uniforms and shaved heads stare vacantly at us. Their eyes are like little broken windows. These children have probably seen more horrors in their tiny lifetimes than I’ve seen in my entire life.
I am a sucker for war stories, especially the ones set during WWII. I’ve read a few of them, some true stories and some fiction, but Kristin Hannah’s ‘The Nightingale’… Read more »