I am second generation actually. My grandfather's town had 2,500 Jewish men, women and children. Then the Einstatzgrouppen came and changed the count to zero. My grandfather was sent away 2 weeks prior. He was sent to a farm. He was young, small and gentle. He ran messages outside from a work camp to the resistance with lots of help from resistance fighters. His mother use to dress up as a boy so the soldiers would not assault her. What they learned was to do what you can to survive. This was where they learned to be quiet or die, hide or die, save your rations and eat small meals. Be afraid of dogs. So the war ended. My grandfather met my grandmother who actually survived a work camp. They met in a center to be united in marriage after the war. The most important goal was to repopulate the Jewish people. They could not return home as there was no more home. They came to America and had 2 kids. These children were raised with the parenting skills their parents had (this is where the PTSD comes in). NEXT POST