The Long Hard Road

After Father left to catch the last train, I stood there looking in the direction of the train station until it was too dark to see anything. Afterwards, I went to my bed, lay down, and covered my face so my roommates could not see me cry. I was seventeen years old, almost a man, and a grown man didn't cry even if he felt so terribly alone. Growing up in Poland at the start of World War II, Bogdan Tukiendorf lived through the clash of German, Russian, and Polish armies, the German occupatio...