Mother Night

I was in mufti, in a blue serge suit and a moth-eaten coat with a fur collar. As it happened, the Third Army had overrun Ohrdruf, the first Nazi death camp the Americans were to see, two days before. I was taken there, was forced to look at it all — the lime pits, the gallows, the whipping posts — at the gutted and scabby, bug-eyed ... ................
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