A lot of the men that I met afterward told me, “I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for your dad.”
The end of the war was nearing. The Russian allies advanced and liberated the camp.
During this time, my mother was sent to Normandy and then to Belgium.
The Germans were making their final push to win the war in the “Battle of the Bulge.” All my mother knew was that my dad was “missing in action.” But she got a call that he’d made it all the way back through “No Man’s Land” to the American lines and was waiting for her.
They reconnected. My father was over six-feet tall but now weighed around 100 pounds and had not bathed for nine months. He always believed that God had provided a miracle.
I’m very lucky to have been born considering all my mom and dad went through. They were married 55 years and spent the rest of their lives together.
Their experience has always affected my viewpoint of life. When you’re having the worst day, you have to think, “This is nothing. I’m not sitting in a German prison camp starving and freezing to death. This is nothing to be upset about.”
Every time our office goes through an inspection and our staff begins to get a little stressed out, I tell them about my father and remind them, “Stand up and look them in the eye. No reason to be afraid.”