Chapter 2692 War and the Weak (Part 2)

Those who have never experienced war will inevitably have more imagination about what war is like.

But at least in most cases, these people's imaginations are distorted to a certain extent. The ugliness of real war often exceeds the imagination of people who don't understand it at all.

Whether it is shock or anger, it will make people feel deeply unexpected.

Just like Jill and Mary now.

"Oh my God, these Nazi lunatics and demons! How can they treat a disabled person, a weak person like this? Don't they stand up to condemn them for doing this? No one can manage or punish them?"

Unexpectedly, something happened just the beginning. The more you go down, the more unexpected things will follow, such as the constraints and punishments for atrocities are also unexpected.

"No one can punish them, they are the punishers with power."

"When the Russians approached, the SS went crazy and looted anything, people or things they thought were useful. If they were deemed useless, my husband's fate would be the final result. I can't count how many people have suffered this. The disabled, the elderly, women and children may not be able to escape. The chaos and killing had already begun before the Russians entered the city."

""

Mary continued to record the stories she heard, but Jill's pen had stopped, or because he was too shocked to calm down and could not continue writing.

"This is genocide, the genocide of our own race, Mary."

"Those Nazi devils not only forcibly captured people to die on the battlefield, but also plundered everything they could from their own people, even taking away basic survival resources. Don't they consider the consequences of doing so? In their eyes, is there no distinction between enemies and friends? Are these people crazy?"

Because Mary had been to the Western Front several times before for battlefield interviews, compared to Jill, who had only been to the Eastern Front once before, Mary had obviously seen and heard more about the Nazi atrocities, and her ability to accept these horrific things in front of her was also stronger, at least she would not be as shocked and unbelievable as Jill.

"When I went to France before, those Nazis had already captured children on the front line and formed large-scale troops to fight. Think about it, Jill, this is what has happened and is happening, it is common for those Nazis, so they must be eliminated."

""

Jill seemed to realize that it was meaningless to dwell on these crazy and unethical things.

Whether it is shock, confusion, or horror, it cannot stop the Nazis from continuing these atrocities. It is obviously more important to continue some meaningful interviews.

"Well, I'm sorry about something, Ms. Magman. I'm sorry to remind you of those bad memories, but we will fulfill our duties to let the world know the truth, please rest assured."

Compared with Jill, who was a little restrained and at a loss, the middle-aged woman who was the victim and the person involved seemed to be fine.

"It doesn't matter, I can accept it all. Life must go on. For my children, I need to live strong and protect them until they grow up."

""

Looking at the interviewee who raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Jill and Mary, who were speechless for a while, looked at each other, and finally it was Jill, who was more lively and outgoing, who took the initiative to speak.

"Then, have you thought about what to do next? It will take some time for this war to end, and the flames of war will continue to rage here. Don't you have relatives or friends to rely on? Do you want to leave this city and hide? What do you plan to do after the war is over?"

Paying attention to the weak in the war is the interview theme that Jill had decided before she set out on this trip.

She hopes to publish a report to let countless ordinary people in this world understand how ordinary people who were innocently involved in this great war struggled. There are not and never have been only strong people in the war. Although the stories of the weak are not magnificent, they should be paid more attention. Jill firmly believes that this is one of her responsibilities and missions.

With the past and the present, Jill's first report manuscript now lacks the final future.

"I'm sorry, I haven't thought about things that far ahead, and I've never thought about the long-term future."

"Before, when the Russians were just approaching and hadn't really attacked, my husband tried to close the store and take our family away from here, but failed."

"The SS blocked the roads out of the city. Everyone leaving Berlin had to show a pass and obtain permission. There were long queues at the checkpoints leaving the city every day. Many people were driven back. Those who dared to sneak away would be shot to death. In the end, only a few people could leave Berlin smoothly."

"My husband tried to apply for a pass to leave the city. Our family is just an ordinary civilian, selling homemade handmade bread. But the officer who issued the document said we couldn't leave after reviewing our family's files. I asked him why? He just said coldly that now is the time to dedicate to the Führer and Berlin, and everyone who leaves the city without necessary reasons must stay."

"Our family can only return here, hiding at home in fear every day. My husband died, but I have to take good care of our children. They are still young, have a future, and have not seen what their lives will be like. I want to protect them but I don't know what to do. I really have no way out. I, I must..."

The tears that surged from the corners of her eyes again had already wet her clothes. Mary, who had been silently recording all this, saw the risk of losing control of her emotions, and quickly stopped the pen in her hand to indicate that everything was over.

"Okay, that's enough, there's no need to continue, Ms. Magman. We have fully understood the situation and are deeply sorry for your experience. We will provide you with all the help we can, just as we agreed, and hope that you and your children can live strong and bravely."

After speaking, Mary took the initiative to stand up and patted Jill on the shoulder to indicate that she would leave for a while.

Jill nodded knowingly, saying that she would stay here until Mary came back. A moment later, only Jill and the tragic mother were left in the room.

"Excuse me, do you have any cigarettes?"

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Jill, who was worrying about how to continue the conversation, was stunned when she heard this. She really didn't expect to be asked this kind of request. She wanted to say yes, but reality didn't allow it. Although there were cigarettes for women these days, Jill herself was not a smoker.

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke, but Mary does. She should be back soon. I'll ask her for you."

"Hey, what's wrong? I heard my name. Is there anything I need?"

Before Jill finished speaking, Mary, who was carrying a bag of heavy unknown objects in her hand, had returned and asked.