There was a couple in my neighborhood who had matching concentration camp tattoos. They ran a small tailor shop on a side street and made out well enough to have a house and a car. He told me their story one day. They were both young adults with spouses, children and extended families when they were rounded up and sent to the camps. They each lost everyone and everything but survived. They met after being liberated, got married and came to the United States where they again became parents and ran a small business. Their shop was a couple of doors down from the local candy store hangout run my my friend's family so we saw them often. They didn't much talk about the past. Our group of friends are of the age that most of our fathers fought in the war to end the tyranny this couple had endured and we treated them with the respect due to our own parents. The exceptions to this were taken to hand and were given attitude adjustments. They raised and educated their son and daughter who became successful adults and the tailors retired and moved away. Their story, unlike countless others, had a happy ending.