It\'s a picture of my grand father, soldier in ligne Maginot in 1939-40. He\'s beeing hair cut by a comrad.
He has been war prisonner in Stalag XIII, sentence to death by Germans, escape under a train, get back to France, got in Gendarmerie and freed Lyon with the Réssitance and went in occupation in Autria until 1945.

French artillerie soldier L. Croyet in 1939

This photo shows my grandfather (father\'s side of my family) Robert E. (1924-1998). He was an MG42-gunner in an infantry-unit (sorry, got no further information) that served on the central sector of the Eastern front. Grandfather volunteered in 1941 by the age of 17. When being asked he never wanted to talk about his wartime experiences, he just kept on saying: \"I never hit anyone...\". Knowing the russian mass infantry attacks and the devastating effect of the MG42 one could imagine what his eyes have seen. He once got wounded by a tiny shell splinter which hit him so close to the heart that doctors wouldn\'t dare to remove it. At the end of the war he and his unit \"rescued\" themselves into US-captivity. Being a baker in civilian live he was sent home after a few month because laborers like these were badly neede in post-war Germany. (flamethrowerguy)

Schütze (private) Robert E.

This photo shows my granduncle Arnold E. (1920-1941). Unfortunately this is the only picture of him which is left. Arnold E. was member of the 7th company, Afrika-Regiment 361 of the 90. leichte (light) Afrika-Division. His lot was as well sad and tragic: On November 23, 1941 he got captured by British forces during the tank-battle of Sidi Rezegh (Libya). A couple of days later the transport-ship which should transfer the german POW's to Egypt was torpedoed and sunk by a German (!) submarine. Arnold E. and most of his comrades drowned in the Mediterranean. His body was never recovered but his name is listed on the cenotaph of the German cemetary of Tobruk. Unbelievable but true: the night Arnold got killed, his mother -far away in Germany- scared up in her sleep, saying to her husband: &quot;Arnold is dead!&quot; (ftg)