One of my distant relatives connected her life with a former prisoner of war, a German. A Wehrmacht motorcyclist, he was captured in the 42nd.
He survived terrible camps, was beaten and cut off. He spent 14 years in the camps of his 32s at the time of his liberation. Love for the Russian girl turned out to be strong and he remained in the Union, in the Saratov region. He never spoke about the horrors of war and the camps, he did not complain, but sometimes looked at his miraculously surviving military photo and said with a breath: "It was necessary to have
This is a motorcycle!