TheFrenchBrowningMachineGunbeingmannedbytwocrewmemberswearinggasmasks. Photo: H. W. Tomlin

Born in Vienna, caught in France by the war, I am old enough to remember escaping from the Germans, the sensation of hunger, and the shudder of bombs. A soldier myself in due course, I was stationed with the British army near Düsseldorf, in the Rhineland. At the time, shopkeepers in the mighty Königsallee running through that city used to operate from smashed piles of rubble, their stock of goods on a...

 
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