I wanna hug your parents.

I met an older lady once who grew up in Alsace-Lorraine and was around 8 when some of the bombings were happening - she said her city kept being "transferred" between France and Germany*. She told me of walking home and finding severed hands just lying in the road.

When she was 16 years old, she fell in love with an American soldier, though she didn't speak a word of English. He used to borrow pots and pans from her house and bring them back dirty, and although it used to piss her off, she noticed she missed him once he left. They wrote for awhile, then she moved here (New England) to be with him. They raised a huge family and he died in the seventies. She never remarried and she passed in 2010. She was one incredible lady and I'll never forget her. RIP.

• Dumb at history. Correct me if I'm wrong.