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32 The Hunting Game He didn’t brag, he didn’t say anything about it. The heroic things he did, no one knew just what they were. He couldn’t tell us, we couldn’t talk about it if he did. We were too busy trying to be a family. There must have been love there as my mother was constantly pregnant. Love or loneliness. Only years later did I grasp what he did: blowing up bridges, destroying German communication networks, manufacturing identification papers for Jews, hiding them, moving them, a kind of trafficking to safety. I remember him telling me it was his Christian duty to help those who were hunted. I was too young, imagined animals and rifles, wild game, driven by fear. I didn’t understand the chase was the same. ...

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