My dad fought in the second world war, he was not Jewish however he wished he was .....

He went to Israel during the war and returned many times after the war. He cried when telling some of his stories. He was a man who did not cry but he cried none the less.

I grew up in east London where many many Jews came to reside. There was a museum as school children we was taken to just off a st called Whitechappel st by the London Hospitial. It was a very sombre visit, even as children we knew/was told what had gone on. Nothing was held back.

For this I am thankful.

Thank you Nutz please continue.