In reply to your column of Sunday, Nov. 12 titled “You don’t want to read any of this,” was sure to draw us in to read the column. I wish I hadn’t. That column triggered a forgotten memory of World War II atrocities.
The local theater was the place to go to see movies and to catch up on the world news before the movie started. That particular day, the newsreel showed the long, empty, deep trench. A long line of starving, emaciated Jews stood on the edge of the trench and then were shoved in one on top of the other. The shooting started. This was followed with a bulldozer pushing the dirt into the trench covering up the evidence. It was a horribly graphic experience to see. The Nazis laughed, the audience cried.
But as happens in many cases inured in daily tragedies during a war, we settled in to watch the antics of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, our laughter a bit hysterical.
Phyllis M. Avona, Queensbury