I grew up listening stories of old people,
Who made it trough the war.
The worst war of all,
When 27 million of our people were gone.
Gone in 4 years in the war battles and in villages and cities from sickness and starvation,
Gone in labour and concentration campuses.
After the war as people say, no much food,
A loaf of bread for two weeks, grass and potato skin boiled for dinner.
Little bit food had more value than gold.
Cows living better than adults, because without even one cow children would get nothing.
Houses, cities going west from the capital were mostly destroyed.
Women didn't know if their husbands, sons, brothers would get home.
Children were waiting for mothers and fathers.
With all the people felt like heroes,
Because they made it trough the war,
The worst war of all...
