The Drama and Data of Death in World War II.
Matt McDermott

It’s sobering. My German grandfather narrowly avoided capture when one of his professors smuggled him onto a train and arranged for him to go to London. Many members of his family were not so lucky. As horrifying as those numbers are, they don’t even begin to capture the scale of suffering for those left behind. Every one of those who died had families. The enormity of all the sadness and fear and loss is impossible to comprehend. It’s an endless vortex of tragedy.

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