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Some one said me to the other day what I was going to do with my collection of world war II books and magazines I had collected over the years from being as a young boy to the age I am now. Come to think about it, it never entered my head. As a youngster in my teens I first got interested in books, you no the type I am talking about such as cowboy, war, films and ladies in magazines, easy reading and easy on the pocket, then around 18 years old one of my relations had died and left me a couple of world war II books. I thought at the time what ever had possessed this person to leave me these books I really didn`t know about anything to do with world war II and something that to many people had long ago been forgotten. These were war book and as my family had been through the war years and had seen the horror and the killings that took place my father and mother didn`t need reminding of it by me being left two war books so with that I shelved them as quickly as possible never to be seen again. A few years later when I had got married and had a couple of children my wife and I had been on several holidays to the usual places like Spain and Italy. We decided to go to Germany for a long weekend away without the children, you know the sort of long weekend Thursday to Sunday but when we arrived and settled down in our four star hotel we were quite surprised at our surroundings, OK England did fight the Germans in the second world war and England did pick up their feet after and rebuild our shops and houses again, but what shocked us most while visiting this country were the remains of the bombed building that still stood where they had fallen. We must have punished the Germans as much as they had done with us. One afternoon we walked from our hotel down towards the town. It was a fine sunny day it had rained in the morning but now had dry streets and my wife and I walked arm in arm chatting about the history of this town, from between the shops and houses, the remains of buildings stood, some with their roofs missing and some with knocked out doors and windows, some houses had disappeared all together and had just had their foundations remaining it seemed a ghostly site and considering that the time had passed since the war it did bring back many memories for some. The pictures I have in my mind of those broken down homes that folk would have lived in makes me shudder, and to think back know, was it worth all this. On Sunday afternoon we made our way to the airport for our flight home and sitting there enjoying a glass of wine I thought about what I had seen, and remembered the remains of all those buildings just standing there with no movement. I vowed then that I would never go back to that place as it was to hurtful and the memory would stay with me for the rest of my days. A few years later my dear wife who I had loved from when she was a girl had died and I was at an age when young ladies liked to push me a round in my wheel chair I remembered the weekend my wife and I went to Germany for a short break. I wondered whether anything had been done to those buildings or had they left them there for future generations, I also remembered the two war books that had been left to me, as know I am beginning to lose my own memory I can see that I will not be here for to long and I know no where my collection of world war II books and magazines are to go, and that is up to you.