Hy Shor’s Memoire
There are two powerful memories I recall.  The first is when we were
preparing the SS barracks to become a hospital. An inmate was emptying the
truck of supplies and I spoke to him in my broken Yiddish.  He became so
overwhelmed that he kissed my feet.  A Jewish solder!!!

The other occasion was when I was standing guard duty in Regensburg
where we had set up housing for displaced persons.  It was late at night
when I heard a man approach.  I asked him what he wanted and before he could
complete his purpose (which was to look for members of his family)
A voice from one of the floors above called out "Papa, papa".