Poland
Through Harold’s Lens:
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Inside a chamber of horrors
The little girl shrieked
“Mommmmmmmmmmmmy?”
“Daddddddddddddy?”
Where are you?
Wave after wave
Luftwaffe bombers
Rains of bombs
Blasts!!! Blasts!!! Blasts!!!
Tons of concrete crashed on tons of concrete
Explosions, fires
Historic buildings destroyed.
Screams!
“Grandpa?”
“Grandma?”
“Help me! I’m all alone”
Fear had dug talons deep.
Tanks crushed fresh bodies
Men, women children
Deboning corpses
Bits of bone everywhere.
Thirty degrees
Hair frozen
Covered in blood
Severe pain
Shredded pink dress
Horrific.
The day the world went to war
Hitler, Nazi claw
Storm troopers, SS, Secret police
Terror, tears executions
Concentration camps
The planet was never the same.
Cookies, Christmas
Hugs love, friends
Mommies, Daddies, little children
All gone.
Gdansk
September 1, 1939
Germany invades Poland
World War II begins
Five years
Five million humans dead.
A woman’s memory
Could never be a little girl again
Life ripped from her soul
Macabre memories.
“Mommmmmmmmmmmmy?”
Through Harold's Lens 
Hi Harold: Thanks for your poetry and memorable pictures re the second World War. I would like to share with your followers something not explicit in your vignette; the Nazis were particularly monstrous and cruel in their extermination of millions of Polish Jews, in the Warsaw ghetto, Auchhwitz, and other places of murderous execution.
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Thank you Ron. Our worst Chapter in world history. A Chapter not to be re-read.
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I hope history will not repeat itself.
Harold, I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. Go get it on my other blog site and enjoy it: http://valentinaexpressions.com/2013/08/28/saturdays-are-for-markets-by-valentina-cirasola-author-and-designer
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Thank you! I truly appreciate your appreciation of what I am trying to do. I’ll be off to your blog site in a bit. Thank you, Harold. My trusty sidekick Mr. SLR Nikon thanks you also.
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My pleasure Harold, enjoy it.
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Great writing, and very sad. I loathe this occurs.
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Thank you. I loathed writing about it, but I feel we must never forget.
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Beautiful, Harold!
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Thank you Elke. Ripped my soul when I saw the first image of her in the back of my camera. Ripped my soul to write of the terror WWII must have been for someone in her family.
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this is soooooooooooooooo sad, it tore at my heart
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Thank you Terry, Hugs, Angeline. I wanted to juxtapose a little 4-yar old girl, terrified, lost and her family probably killed against the claw of the big Nazi machine of bombers, tanks, Storm Troopers, SS and Secret Police. In the end, the little girl, with bad memories, wins, and the Nazi regime is loses and is gone.
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that is a nice ending but what she had to go through, so sad
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Terry, the little girl is hung with some very heavy baggage for life.
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This image was taken while this woman and I were looking at old BW photographs showing what Gdansk looked like right after the bombing on September 1, 1939. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her studying the photographs more intensely than others who were just looking. She was deeply engaged. Then the tears started to roll down her face. I did not want to invade her space and private moment, so I just tried to imagine what her memories were dredging up, thus my short story.
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So sad…
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May we never forget.
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