On Christmas Eve 1944, in the middle of the Battle of the Bulge, Mother and I had unexpected guests.
The stream of refugees from East Prussia pushed its way endlessly toward the Baltic Sea. Those who could, walked; those who could no longer, rode on one of those rickety ladder wagons pulled by sturdy horses.
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