DogDaddy,
Sorry about the pups. They are such a part of our lives. I think about all the dogs Ive owned over the years and how full they have made my heart feel. They live in our hearts forever.
In all wars, there are good and bad people on both sides. My fathers family was from southern Poland. During the roundup of the people from his cousins family, my fathers cousin was singled out and taken by the SS. He was about 5 and was cute and blonde. He spent the next several years on a tour of Europe acting as a boot black and doing odd jobs. He was somewhere in France on D day and when the Germans began falling back, he overheard an officer tell a sargent to "get rid of him". My fathers cousin tried to figure out what to do as he was taken out to the woods when the sargent told him to hide under some leaves and wait for several days before leaving. He then fired his pistol into the air and left. My fathers cousin hooked up with some US troops that took him into Germany with them. He was about 10 at the time and one of the soldiers spoke Polish and offered to take him back with him to the US. He wanted to go home and of course, got home to find that his family was missing, except some relatives in another town. How fortunate that he found a "good" Nazi that would risk his life to save him.