When I saw this photograph, most genuinely my soul sank.Īll the juices and instincts of being a father surged to the fore.Īs a Dad, one recognized that what one saw was a truly beautiful, lonely cherub, fallen from Heaven, lying there, totally alone, in as close to a fetal position as one can imagine, yet stone cold dead on a lonely beach… for however many hours or days or weeks distant from what once he knew as ‘ home‘. No longer could one treat horror as just another story in the news. When photographs of Hitlerian Nazi Germany’s most inhumane of excesses, the concentration camps, surfaced and were seen by millions all around the world, finally, the horror percolated through the souls of those fortunate enough not to be sharing those outrages on a daily basis.įinally, one had to face the most diabolical of horrors any man could conjure, or at least to that day and time.įor those least willing, even then, to accept the worst, it was when photos or newsreels of piles of the emaciated bodies of children were published that all mental resistance was overcome. We all know that, sometimes, it is a single picture or photograph which, finally, brings all the uncertainties into sharpest focus or removes whatever doubts one may have ever entertained about some place or person or event.
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