My grandfather's recollection of the day: they were during the death march somewhere around the austrian-greman border when they were assembled in a small town square and the SS leader announced from the balcony of the town hall that Germany had surrendered. people began weeping and praying and fell of dying of exhaustion. my grandfather and other young men started heading west to find the Americans, on the way they saw more dead liberated men that ate too much on swollen bellies and died.
they kept going until they came across an american mechanized infantry company with lots of Jewish soldiers, they gave the milk and something similar to rice and told them to only eat that and that they should keep heading west because the allies already have a field hospital ready for them.
I find this day on the personal and and universal level to be touching.
Thanks for sharing HNV, very touching story.
