For a period of time in late April 1945, my family's home village of Achterveld in central Holland found itself in "no-man's-land." During the daytime hours, we were safely in the hands of Canadian soldiers. But at night, the Canadians would pull back a few kilometers within their lines, allowing Germans to take up their positions. It was only logical that the two sides would come into contact at some point. We never imagined that meeting would come so close to our farm.
展开▼
