Wednesday, April 19, 1944
I don’t know about you, but I love train travel – even an all-day trip like this. We’re on an old steam train — a “puffer belly” my father calls it. My mother packed snacks for me and milk. The seats are jammed tight with servicemen and women and families on the move. Trains are moving so many people, they even rate a stamp! But my mother packed a blanket and maybe someone will make a bit of room so I can sleep on the seat next to her. She has tuna fish sandwiches for herself and a newspaper she got at the train station. As we wait to board, she reads aloud the headline about Russians tightening the ring around Sevastopol and the Germans fighting desperately. Compared to the 5000 planes Allied air raid yesterday, the Germans seem much more terrified that the Russians will reach the Reich heartland before us. The Germans should be desperate: they burned whole communities alive, raped and tortured women and children, and committed atrocities everywhere they went. They know what’s in store for them in turn. My father looked wistful as he waved goodbye.