tuesday, may 18, 1943
dearest kit,
i recently witnessed a fierce dogfight between german and english pilots. unfortunately, a couple of allied airmen had to jump out of their burning ne. our milkman, who lives in halfweg, saw four canadians sitting along the side of the road, and one of them spoke fluent dutch. he asked the milkman if he had a light for his cigarette, and then told him the crew had consisted of six men. the pilot had been burned to death, and the fifth crew member had hidden himself somewhere. the german security police came to pick up the four remaining men, none of whom were injured. after parachuting out of a ming ne, how can anyone have such presence of mind?
although it''s undeniably hot, we have to light a fire every other day to burn our vegetable peelings and garbage. we can''t throw anything into trash cans, because the warehouse employees might see it. one small act of carelessness and we''re done for!
all college students are being asked to sign an official statement to the effect that they "sympathize with the germans and approve of the new order." eighty percent have decided to obey the dictates of their conscience, but the penalty will be severe. any student refusing to sign will be sent to a germanbor camp. what''s to be of the youth of our country if they''ve all got to do hardbor in germany?
pim switched on themp. i expected the room to burst into mes any minute. nothing happened. we all rushed upstairs to see what was going on. mr. and mrs. van d. had seen a red glow through the open window, and he thought there was a fire nearby, while she was certain our house was aze. mrs. van d. was already standing beside her bed with her knees knocking when the boom came. dussel stayed upstairs to smoke a cigarette, and we crawled back into bed. less than fifteen minutester the shooting started again. mrs. van d. sprang out of bed and went downstairs to dussel'' s room to seek thefort she was unable to find with her spouse. dussel weed her with the words e into my bed, my child!"
we burst into peals ofughter, and the roar of the guns bothered us no more; our fears had all been swept away.
yours, anne
dearest kit,
i recently witnessed a fierce dogfight between german and english pilots. unfortunately, a couple of allied airmen had to jump out of their burning ne. our milkman, who lives in halfweg, saw four canadians sitting along the side of the road, and one of them spoke fluent dutch. he asked the milkman if he had a light for his cigarette, and then told him the crew had consisted of six men. the pilot had been burned to death, and the fifth crew member had hidden himself somewhere. the german security police came to pick up the four remaining men, none of whom were injured. after parachuting out of a ming ne, how can anyone have such presence of mind?
although it''s undeniably hot, we have to light a fire every other day to burn our vegetable peelings and garbage. we can''t throw anything into trash cans, because the warehouse employees might see it. one small act of carelessness and we''re done for!
all college students are being asked to sign an official statement to the effect that they "sympathize with the germans and approve of the new order." eighty percent have decided to obey the dictates of their conscience, but the penalty will be severe. any student refusing to sign will be sent to a germanbor camp. what''s to be of the youth of our country if they''ve all got to do hardbor in germany?
pim switched on themp. i expected the room to burst into mes any minute. nothing happened. we all rushed upstairs to see what was going on. mr. and mrs. van d. had seen a red glow through the open window, and he thought there was a fire nearby, while she was certain our house was aze. mrs. van d. was already standing beside her bed with her knees knocking when the boom came. dussel stayed upstairs to smoke a cigarette, and we crawled back into bed. less than fifteen minutester the shooting started again. mrs. van d. sprang out of bed and went downstairs to dussel'' s room to seek thefort she was unable to find with her spouse. dussel weed her with the words e into my bed, my child!"
we burst into peals ofughter, and the roar of the guns bothered us no more; our fears had all been swept away.
yours, anne