Mrs The Fyd alerted me to this blog, where the blogger is transcribing his father’s family journal a day at a time. The entries start in February 1945 in New York City. I was almost startled to read this:
Eugene saw “Heil Hitler” written on a bus by some prankster and wanted to know what it meant.
It almost seems anachronistic to think of some disaffected teenager toward the end of WWII hoping to shock the normals in that fashion, but I suppose every age had such types. I look forward to the series, and to more adjustments to my notions of the past.
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