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- Back2Backs
- People in story:听
- Alfie Moorhouse
- Location of story:听
- Germany
- Article ID:听
- A4371617
- Contributed on:听
- 06 July 2005
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Anastasia Travers a volunteer with WM CSV Actiondesk on behalf of Alfie Moorhouse and has been added to the site with his permission. Alfie Moorhouse fully understands the sites terms and conditions.
I joined the Paratroopers 1st Airborne Division in 1942. I was called up. My 17-year-old brother was killed in Dunkirk. He got a bullet in his back. Shoot first and answer questions later, that鈥檚 what they said.
We camped in Belsen, we saw all the (freed) prisoners. Tough guys with tears in their eyes. We wanted to help but we didn鈥檛 have the resources. We left to carry on with our duties. The red cross came in. I remember barrels and barrels of powdered milk brought in to feed the children. I remember the tattoos on the children from Belsen.
Years later I saw one of the children, I recognized her tattoo markings. She looked healthy and thanked me for saving her.
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