Did Allied soldiers feel pity for the young German boys they fought in Berlin at the end of World War II?
I imagine that many people believe there are only black and white sides in wartime. However, the story of Berlin in 1945 is much more complicated than it seems at first.
The man called Miller opened the basement door and narrowed his eyes as the heavy smell of smoke filled the air. His hands trembled from the constant gunfire.
The soldier had expected to see a man, a frightened soldier, or at least a woman, but he had never imagined that he would see a pale thirteen-year-old boy.
The boy was wearing a large military coat and held a huge tube in his arms that looked like an anti-tank weapon.
For a moment, Miller simply stared at the kid, whose eyes were wide with surprise at the sudden intrusion. The boy had soot on his face, and Miller understood that he had believed the Nazi lies about the evil and cruel Allies.
The soldier remembered his little brother and quietly took his finger off the trigger.
He carefully turned around, put the rifle over his shoulder, and searched his jacket for a pack of cigarettes.
The boy looked surprised and even more terrified when he realized that Miller was not going to kill him.
Miller tossed a cigarette from the pack onto the floor near the young Nazi. “It’s finished,” he said.
The boy looked at the cigarette, then at Miller’s empty hands. Slowly and carefully, he let the huge anti-tank tube fall to the floor.
The boy sat on the floor, pulled his knees to his chest, and began to sob quietly.
Meanwhile, Miller sat on a nearby crate and waited for the other soldiers to arrive.
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