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Victory
May 5, 1945. I was playing on the street in front of our house in Heeg, Friesland, when a man came running down the street yelling "It's over. It's over, tell your dad that it's over." When I didn't seem to understand, he said "the war's over." As a kid just turned five, I'm sure I still didn't understand fully, but I had never in all my life seen a grown man so excited.
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