My great-uncle helped liberate a concentration camp. His last words to me were a warning
The last time I saw my great-uncle, he uttered six words that I will never forget. Struggling to speak, as he was already 102 years old, his mouth slowly formed each syllable with excruciating effort: "Nazis… are… bastards… Shoot… to... kill!" My mother and I laughed. We were visiting Dr. Merrill …
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