We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.

Would we be the heroes or the cowards of the piece? Would we follow orders or stick to our principles, if those two things ever conflicted? Would we be the brave ones who still found the capacity for love - and for laughter - even while we were terrified?

In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center.

It is certainly impossible to imagine forgiving the enemy while their animus remains undefeated.

Sometimes we don't notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.

I’m telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.

Everyone carries the weight of WWII with them in their recent family history, and yet it is rarely spoken about within families, because veterans and survivors don't tend to talk.