My name is Ebbehardt. I am from Germany.
I was a soldier in the War when I was young--Just a child.
To soldier was the only choice and we were many children at war.
When I came to my end, I was devastated. I felt betrayed.
How can you do over your life? Germany was blood in my mouth.
When the chance came for me to leave, I took it.
When I first saw the statue of Liberty
I thought--Liberty has endured.
She outlasted Hitler. I am having a chance to start over.
Thank God. Thank God.
When I first meet the people of the Church who invite me
They look at me, and there is no need for words.
The family I live with, they treat me like their own
They have heard what I did and lived through
But that doesn’t matter to them
They keep saying “You are in America, Ebbehardt. You are free.
You can be anything you want to be. You can choose.”
This is mercy.
I have met a nice German girl, Zelda. I have a job in a gas station.
In my night school, I learn to speak good English.
After that, I think I will try to be an insurance agent. I want a family.
I will work hard.
Sometimes I wonder, why me? What did I do to deserve this?
I am a guilty man stained with the blood of a madman’s debauchery.
I left friends and family in Germany.
Some broken. Many dead.
I escaped. This is grace.
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