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I think I told this story on here.
I remember my old 11th grade history teacher, who was a WWII vet, shared his own personal collection of photos he took of the concentration camps. I shit you not I remember that day so fucking vividly. he had an injury & needed a cane to walk & he never wrote on the chalk board & used to have those projectors that used to display notes he had prepared in advance for each lesson.
I sat upfront so when he put up his pictures on the projector, I was able to see all the extreme details of how truly fucked up these camps were. I mean you of course you can find the sort of extreme pictures online nowadays, but back then accessibility to shit like that was so rare.
there were pics of massive ditch holes used to burn extreme amounts of corpses. what was fucking creepy was that some of those corpses looked like totally normal people that were alive, with missing limbs & patches of missing flesh/skin.
the most chilling part was how my old teacher said he went to war with his best friend, & while they were on the same fighter plane he witnessed his best friend turn to "hamburger meat" from an enemy heavy machine gun, his exact words. this was all told to us profoundly with such emotion, he was spitting at every word, spit droplets even landing on my face/desk & the other students who sat up front, but we were so engrossed into the vivid & candid details. he almost fell over all the while sweating profusely & we just helped him to his seat.
God, just thinking about what he fucking saw, in person.
Funny how the human brain remembers things like this so vividly.