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Easter Sunday.. A Baptism of Fire..
We have ordered our food and I take a large gulp of my wine.
He holds my hand and says to the old lady, 'We would love to hear your story.'
She takes a sip of her tea and begins. 'We were ordinary girls from ordinary families apart from one thing we were QA's. We wore curlers to bed and caused much amusement trying to put tin helmets on with these in our hair when there was an air raid. We exchanged cami knickers and skirts for huge balloon like khaki knickers and battle dress.
Our Baptism of Fire came at the end of the war when we exchanged battle casualities for the most harrowing evidence of a human's inhumanity to another in the whole of the war.'
She shudders and has a few sips of her tea. I had a precious day off and when I came back into the ward. I will never forget the sight. It was full of living skeletons with haunted sunken eyes and each had a number tattooed on his arm...these were liberated men, most were Austrian and Belguim Jews...I spoke French to those who were not to weary to even speak and they confirmed that the horrific stories we had heard were true.'
Our food comes and we eat whilst she carries on tellings us her story.
'These men were very ill...they had dysentry, worms, you name it,
we had to feed them tiny meals frequently as they had huge digestive problems having being literally starved...I doubt many lived even when they were sent to proper hospitals. By the time we had reached Germany and Austria we had seen pain and suffering in an unimaginable scale. It was so hard we were given stimulant drugs to keep us going....a bit like Prozac and Valium!
She stops and looks at me....'are you alright my dear? Shall I carry on?' I simply whisper, 'Please do.'
A convoy of ambulances, lorries and a tank with with a flame thrower went into the camp. What I saw there was the worst experince of my life. There were bodies lying on the ground everywhere. The huts where full of lice and disease...the worst we could not clean was burnt down by the flame thrower. Some of
the huts were so infested with lice we had to use blow torches on the walls and doors to kill them...the thing that haunts me the most is the memory of those that could walk coming up to us and kissing our arms saying schwester, schwester. We constantly had to fight the feeling of wanting to be sick...the soldiers took bets on which of us would crack with the strain first.' At this point she chuckles and then carries on. 'The camp in mates were put into big baths and had their heads shaved as they were crawling with lice. Their emaciated bodies were covered with sores. Feeding them was really hard ...we fed them this special type of bread...but they only ever ate half of what you gave them and put the other half under their pillow incase they never got anymore. I stayed for a week and then I was sent on a weeks R and R.'
By this time we are on our coffee. She turns to me and says, 'hope I did not offend you saying you were Jewish.' I explain I am and I am not. She looks at me bewildered... I explain that I am of French, Jewish heritage but that I am third generation baptized and raised as a Catholic...that many of my family left France for England thankfully or I would not be sat there...those that stayed had survived in Vichy France and a few had met their fate in camps. She simply puts her hand on top of mine and says I understand.
She says to us as we leave.... 'Zog nit keynmol az du geyst dem letztn veg.'
I bend down to kiss her cheek and she says to me almost in a whisper, 'that man of yours encircles you with his love.' I whisper back he and my children are my world, my amours d'amour.'
He holds my hand and says to the old lady, 'We would love to hear your story.'
She takes a sip of her tea and begins. 'We were ordinary girls from ordinary families apart from one thing we were QA's. We wore curlers to bed and caused much amusement trying to put tin helmets on with these in our hair when there was an air raid. We exchanged cami knickers and skirts for huge balloon like khaki knickers and battle dress.
Our Baptism of Fire came at the end of the war when we exchanged battle casualities for the most harrowing evidence of a human's inhumanity to another in the whole of the war.'
She shudders and has a few sips of her tea. I had a precious day off and when I came back into the ward. I will never forget the sight. It was full of living skeletons with haunted sunken eyes and each had a number tattooed on his arm...these were liberated men, most were Austrian and Belguim Jews...I spoke French to those who were not to weary to even speak and they confirmed that the horrific stories we had heard were true.'
Our food comes and we eat whilst she carries on tellings us her story.
'These men were very ill...they had dysentry, worms, you name it,
we had to feed them tiny meals frequently as they had huge digestive problems having being literally starved...I doubt many lived even when they were sent to proper hospitals. By the time we had reached Germany and Austria we had seen pain and suffering in an unimaginable scale. It was so hard we were given stimulant drugs to keep us going....a bit like Prozac and Valium!
She stops and looks at me....'are you alright my dear? Shall I carry on?' I simply whisper, 'Please do.'
A convoy of ambulances, lorries and a tank with with a flame thrower went into the camp. What I saw there was the worst experince of my life. There were bodies lying on the ground everywhere. The huts where full of lice and disease...the worst we could not clean was burnt down by the flame thrower. Some of
the huts were so infested with lice we had to use blow torches on the walls and doors to kill them...the thing that haunts me the most is the memory of those that could walk coming up to us and kissing our arms saying schwester, schwester. We constantly had to fight the feeling of wanting to be sick...the soldiers took bets on which of us would crack with the strain first.' At this point she chuckles and then carries on. 'The camp in mates were put into big baths and had their heads shaved as they were crawling with lice. Their emaciated bodies were covered with sores. Feeding them was really hard ...we fed them this special type of bread...but they only ever ate half of what you gave them and put the other half under their pillow incase they never got anymore. I stayed for a week and then I was sent on a weeks R and R.'
By this time we are on our coffee. She turns to me and says, 'hope I did not offend you saying you were Jewish.' I explain I am and I am not. She looks at me bewildered... I explain that I am of French, Jewish heritage but that I am third generation baptized and raised as a Catholic...that many of my family left France for England thankfully or I would not be sat there...those that stayed had survived in Vichy France and a few had met their fate in camps. She simply puts her hand on top of mine and says I understand.
She says to us as we leave.... 'Zog nit keynmol az du geyst dem letztn veg.'
I bend down to kiss her cheek and she says to me almost in a whisper, 'that man of yours encircles you with his love.' I whisper back he and my children are my world, my amours d'amour.'
Sinners
I have often wondered. Why the ritious pursue the downfall of so called - sinners. If they really and truly are convinced that we are going to hell, is that not enough?
Easter Sunday..Mauthausen-Gusen Concentration Camp
He sets a glass of wine in front of me and I take a large swig.
It has been a very pleasant drive and we are steeling ourselves for what lies ahead...we are about to visit a Nazi death camp that has been turned into a memorial lest we ever forget.
He looks at me and suggests we can go somewhere else. I assure him I am fine and up to the trip. Some invisible force is pulling me...I must go.
The only words that can describe our visit to Mauthausen is that it was a shocking experience. There are no boxes of shoes, hair, glasses, few photographs but it's bleakness is a hundred times more haunting. There is a deathly silence. As I walked into the chamber were prisoners were beaten to death I feel the nausea hit me and feel as if a freezing hand is bearing down on me. Mausthausen has memorials but how can it be a fitting memorial for those inmates stripped outside in sub zero conditions, hosed with freezing cold water and literally left to die an agonising, freezing, slow death or to have to walk the, 'Stairway of Death,' with heavy stone blocks on their backs knowing that the only thing that awaited them was death.
We stand on the cliff looking into the Wiener Graben Stone Quarry were hundreds were pushed to their deaths. I am frozen to the spot. I think of the thousands in this death camp. Criminals, priests, Jews, POW, state enemies, children and the most brave of all the Fearless Women...the female agents who worked along side the Maquis and various underground groups.
I remind myself to rent the film Female Agents (Les femmes de l'ombre) when we get home. Jailed, tortured and beaten for helping people to freedom. A man next to me speaks to me in French and I reply, then he wanders away blowing his nose and wiping tears from his eyes.
I wander a hundred yards further and a very old lady in a wheel chair is pushed by a middle aged man. They stop beside us. The lady says hello and I reply good afternoon. She looks at me and says, 'I hope you do not mind but you're French is very good for an English girl.' I chuckle and explain. I ask her why she wanted to visit Mausthausen. She replies, 'I was here once before.' I am unsure how to reply to this and I can see she has taken in my stricken and shocked face. She says, 'I was not a prisoner...I came into the camp as it was liberated to Nurse.' I was a QA. All I can say is, 'Oh my God.' By this time the two men are chatting too.
She looks at me and says have you had something to eat would you like to join us for a meal at our hotel. I am taken a back this sweet, strange old lady who has no idea who we are has asked me to sit and eat with her.
I am now stood at the side of her wheelchair and she reaches out and takes my hand, for some strange reason I do not pull away.
She says to me, this must be extremely hard for you being Jewish.
I am frozen to the spot and through the fog I hear his voice saying, 'of course we would love to join you for something to eat.'
It has been a very pleasant drive and we are steeling ourselves for what lies ahead...we are about to visit a Nazi death camp that has been turned into a memorial lest we ever forget.
He looks at me and suggests we can go somewhere else. I assure him I am fine and up to the trip. Some invisible force is pulling me...I must go.
The only words that can describe our visit to Mauthausen is that it was a shocking experience. There are no boxes of shoes, hair, glasses, few photographs but it's bleakness is a hundred times more haunting. There is a deathly silence. As I walked into the chamber were prisoners were beaten to death I feel the nausea hit me and feel as if a freezing hand is bearing down on me. Mausthausen has memorials but how can it be a fitting memorial for those inmates stripped outside in sub zero conditions, hosed with freezing cold water and literally left to die an agonising, freezing, slow death or to have to walk the, 'Stairway of Death,' with heavy stone blocks on their backs knowing that the only thing that awaited them was death.
We stand on the cliff looking into the Wiener Graben Stone Quarry were hundreds were pushed to their deaths. I am frozen to the spot. I think of the thousands in this death camp. Criminals, priests, Jews, POW, state enemies, children and the most brave of all the Fearless Women...the female agents who worked along side the Maquis and various underground groups.
I remind myself to rent the film Female Agents (Les femmes de l'ombre) when we get home. Jailed, tortured and beaten for helping people to freedom. A man next to me speaks to me in French and I reply, then he wanders away blowing his nose and wiping tears from his eyes.
I wander a hundred yards further and a very old lady in a wheel chair is pushed by a middle aged man. They stop beside us. The lady says hello and I reply good afternoon. She looks at me and says, 'I hope you do not mind but you're French is very good for an English girl.' I chuckle and explain. I ask her why she wanted to visit Mausthausen. She replies, 'I was here once before.' I am unsure how to reply to this and I can see she has taken in my stricken and shocked face. She says, 'I was not a prisoner...I came into the camp as it was liberated to Nurse.' I was a QA. All I can say is, 'Oh my God.' By this time the two men are chatting too.
She looks at me and says have you had something to eat would you like to join us for a meal at our hotel. I am taken a back this sweet, strange old lady who has no idea who we are has asked me to sit and eat with her.
I am now stood at the side of her wheelchair and she reaches out and takes my hand, for some strange reason I do not pull away.
She says to me, this must be extremely hard for you being Jewish.
I am frozen to the spot and through the fog I hear his voice saying, 'of course we would love to join you for something to eat.'
The Beginning Of Loveless
The Beginning of Loveless
4.5.2005
There has to be a man that loves God the way I do
There has got to be a man with words and actions that are true
I want to give up and just live this life alone
But may God forbid such a thing for me to be on my own
Without a face to kiss
A time to reminisce
A warm soul to embrace
A tear to erase
I am just a woman who loves deep and strong
My love is eternal yes on and on
I am just a woman with a heart of gold
Though my happiness has been sold
Remnants of joy rest in my soul
As I hold on for dear life in the cold
Cold world of relationships and passing ships
Believing the lies that roll off his lips
Because I want to be loved I want to believe
Because I know in my heart I am being deceived
And I trade in my common sense for a taste
And my pearls spent for nothing…what a waste
My God help me to help myself out of this destructive whirlwind
I can’t see where my love for myself ended and this loveless begins
4.5.2005
There has to be a man that loves God the way I do
There has got to be a man with words and actions that are true
I want to give up and just live this life alone
But may God forbid such a thing for me to be on my own
Without a face to kiss
A time to reminisce
A warm soul to embrace
A tear to erase
I am just a woman who loves deep and strong
My love is eternal yes on and on
I am just a woman with a heart of gold
Though my happiness has been sold
Remnants of joy rest in my soul
As I hold on for dear life in the cold
Cold world of relationships and passing ships
Believing the lies that roll off his lips
Because I want to be loved I want to believe
Because I know in my heart I am being deceived
And I trade in my common sense for a taste
And my pearls spent for nothing…what a waste
My God help me to help myself out of this destructive whirlwind
I can’t see where my love for myself ended and this loveless begins
Rules of dating --- Why do we follow them
So the other night I went on an absolute amazing date. Things went great was offered a second date. Yet I have not recieved a phone call. I did however call and leave a voicemail -- it was short and to the point. All it said was Thank you for the great time.
You would think if dating didnt have any rules it would make those playing "the game" much more confident.
The 3 day callback for guys, I mean come on if you are interested just send a text or something. Many men leave women on the edge of their seats in a limbo.
A lady is not supposed to call to often or call at all because it can make her seem desperate.
Personally I think the dating rules should be simplified and spelled out in black and white.
You would think if dating didnt have any rules it would make those playing "the game" much more confident.
The 3 day callback for guys, I mean come on if you are interested just send a text or something. Many men leave women on the edge of their seats in a limbo.
A lady is not supposed to call to often or call at all because it can make her seem desperate.
Personally I think the dating rules should be simplified and spelled out in black and white.
together rebuilt an older sailboat with you
think that this make us a real couple
A person who loves you.....
The person who loves you most will Trouble and irritate you the maximum, but when you drop a tear, he will fight with the whole world to stop your tears..
I hope everyone will find love...no fake love...coz fake love is the worse thing to deal with heart feeling..be safe...with your own choice...
I hope everyone will find love...no fake love...coz fake love is the worse thing to deal with heart feeling..be safe...with your own choice...
Precious life
Half of the problems in life are because we ACT without thinking.. And rest half is because we keep on THINKING without acting.
A beautiful life does not just happen..it is built daily, in payer, humility, sacrifice
A beautiful saying.. If ur eyes are sweet you would like all the people of the world.. But if ur tongue is sweet all the people of the world will like you.
A beautiful life does not just happen..it is built daily, in payer, humility, sacrifice
A beautiful saying.. If ur eyes are sweet you would like all the people of the world.. But if ur tongue is sweet all the people of the world will like you.
Am really sad!
I just wonna know if one can really get someone serious from cs?
Am really looking for a man to share life with but i just jokers who don't know what they are looking for!!
Am really looking for a man to share life with but i just jokers who don't know what they are looking for!!
WITHOUT EASTER!
Without Easter,
There would be no hope of heaven
Without the hope of heaven,
There would be bi repentance,
No personal transformation,
No attempt to follow biblical principles
Without Easter,
The world would be in chaos
And darkness
Jesus'death and resurrection
Means we can be reborn
To live better, to do better
To shine light into the shadows
Hallelyah!
Happy ,Happy Easter!
There would be no hope of heaven
Without the hope of heaven,
There would be bi repentance,
No personal transformation,
No attempt to follow biblical principles
Without Easter,
The world would be in chaos
And darkness
Jesus'death and resurrection
Means we can be reborn
To live better, to do better
To shine light into the shadows
Hallelyah!
Happy ,Happy Easter!
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