The Aftermath of World War II in the Netherlands
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- Опубліковано 27 вер 2024
- The last days of WW2 in the Netherlands were violent and confusing. Then what? How was the aftermath of WWII in the Netherlands? This video I will talk about the shooting on Dam Square, the Georgian Uprising on Texel by the Georgian Legion (Russenoorlog), the punishing of collaborators (for example members of the NSB party and the Dutch volunteers for the Eastern Front) which was done by members of the Domestic Forces (Binnenlandse Strijdkrachten). Then there were plans of Dutch annexations of German lands and Operation Black Tulip was planned. For Holland WWII had delived the country a lot of material damage. Cities were bombed, factories and railways destroyed and many houses were lost. After the Second World War in the Netherlands was over it was time to rebuild te country.
History Hustle presents: The Aftermath of World War II in the Netherlands.
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- Dat nooit meer: de nasleep van de Tweede Wereldoorlog in Nederland (C.A.M. van der Heijden).
- Veldgrauw. Nederlanders in de Waffen-SS (Evertjan van Roekel).
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GERMAN INVASION OF THE NETHERLANDS: ua-cam.com/video/_IIsY664tE4/v-deo.html
GERMAN OCCUPATION OF THE NETHERLANDS: ua-cam.com/video/776LXzMw3eQ/v-deo.html
THE LIBERATION OF THE NETHERLANDS: ua-cam.com/video/Kg5GEEMtCsI/v-deo.html
Ik heb een vraagje, ik zie af en toe een KNIL bamboehoed in je kamer liggen, nou vraag ik me af: waar heb je die vandaan/gekocht?
@@pieter-jandeburger9725 Via een reenactmentvereniging. Weliswaar zeer beperkte oplage dus zijn niet meer te koop helaas.
My Grandparents came here between the wars. One set was from the Netherlands and Protestant. The other came from Australia and we’re Cathartic; and fought for the Kaiser. Of course everyone still had family in the old country so they had their own version of WW11. Us kids and cousins were like countries everyone wanted. However there was a lot of bias. If you were blond and tall you were better and if you said “Jew” the other grandparents would turn purple.
How are you enjoying the fruits of victory now ? But, at least, none of the cultural enrichment speaks German.
I believe my parents carried with them to the United States the emotional scars of the German occupation, as well as the cumulative Dutch experience following WW1, including the depression of the 1930s, unmechanized labor, lack of gender equality, inheritance practices, and Catholic vs Protestant politics that resulted in large family sizes. Lack of post-war economic opportunities created additional stress. Much of our extended family split up and left for places like Canada, New Zealand, and Australia. Our family in America was cut off from the mainstream Dutch culture, which seemed to move on, adopting the colorful optimism of Mondrian’s modernism. My parents wartime suffering as teenagers never had a proper environment in which to heal. In America, our family lived in a kind of time capsule, oriented toward the experience of the war. My parents shared many emotional stories. They were lifelong kleptomaniacs. My mother would be caught stealing small items at the grocery store. She was always reclusive. My father ran his own business, and always set the example that no outside authority could tell us how to live or what to do. When the police where on our driveway, as they often were, my father would always tell them to find something better to do. The whole situation was both high functional and highly dysfunctional. We grew up feeling a unique sense of lawlessness that I believe came directly from the war experience. Finally, at age 60, my eldest brother, who was born in the Netherlands and had a difficult transition as a young child, hung himself. I think my parents had no idea how to help him since he was a baby. He abused substances most of his life. While I do not claim to make an objective cause and effect case of what past events lead to future events, I can certainly say that the war and the German occupation played a highly significant role in our lives as former Dutch citizens. Sorry if that was too much to read.
Very tragic and very real deep trauma😔
Many thanks for sharing this story, Paul. May your eldest brother rest in peace. Again, thanks for sharing.
Paul Kaptein: thanks for sharing your story Paul, I found it very interesting. By sharing our thoughts and experiences, maybe we can learn from mistakes and make life better.
@Rachael Kaptein Hi Rachael, not really but I did grow up in Belfast during the 70s and 80s. I learned a valuable lesson, namely how to get on with other folks even if they come from a different religion/race/class/gender etc so that we can avoid future conflicts.
Quite a personal story. Thanks for sharing.
I like how he got super excited because the Netherlands finally got their own hill.
Can you imagine it? I'd go for governor of the Elten District and would make it the most thriving part of the Netherlands. Still wanna see that place.
Was it a hill or a mountain? all things being relative😉
@@mammuchan8923 So true.
The highest "mountain" of the Netherlands: ua-cam.com/video/rBZUQ_l3Q_o/v-deo.html
We can make fun of the annexation plans, but fact is that for all the destruction that the Germans brought to Holland, no compensation was ever paid. Meanwhile, the East of Germany simply became Poland.
I'm English but my godmother was Dutch . She was a nurse during the occupation forced to care for wounded German troops . She told me horror stories about being beaten by the gestapo , hunger and nearly freezing during the winter .
My aunt was Danish with similar stories - this generation suffered a lot .
Thanks for sharing, Andy. Sad stories.
@@HistoryHustle for us Brits north west Europeans are so similar we're family , we got bombed but you got sadly occupied. Spoke to an elderly Belgian lady and I commented on her excellent English. She looked me seriously in the eye and said she learnt it secretly during the war , knowing they'd get liberated and wanted to greet the allies in their own language . Made me think !
75 years of European peace , let's be thankful .
Couldn't agree more. Looking at some comments on this channel I am baffled by how ungreatful people can be.
I'm shocked she was beaten by the Gestapo cause they considered Dutch as equal- Aryan. But Germans were so evil back then that you just never know.
@@andynixon2820 What a wonderful goal to aim for. A kind of defiance that no doubt burned in her.
My father was born on December 7th 1942 in Hilversum. He married my mother and moved to England in 1966. As a child I would spend many holidays with my Oma who still lived in the same house my father was born in. As a tool maker for Phillips, my Opa was sent to Germany as forced labour but escaped the train on the way and spent the remainder of the war in hiding. A hollow cavity was made in one of the bedroom walls where he hid during the day, and only came out at night. He had 3 children (my father being the youngest, and only a baby). The eldest, my uncle Aad, knew about his father in the wall, but uncle Ton who was about 5 at the time didn’t, as it was feared that he might talk and give away his fathers hiding place. This was one of many stories I have about my families time during the way, including things such as when Uncle Ton was shot at by gestapo for collecting coal that was pushed from a moving German lorry which was passing his house. The bullet holes are still visible in the walls opposite. Fortunately he was not hurt. I want my son ( who is English ), to know and see these stories, but Covid-19 is stopping us from visiting Hilversum. Maybe one day.
PS, love the videos, you’re doing a great job.
Thanks for sharing this interesting information, Peter!
@@peteraalpol4653 I wanted my children to also understand the impact of the war, and especially as you cite, the way the Nazi's shipped young Dutch boys to work in their factories in Germany. So, here is a link to a video I made that discusses this aspect of the war. It has a lot of historical context up front, but the personal story is in the second part: ua-cam.com/video/XoeoSPAYCBE/v-deo.html&t
My grandparents were all teenagers during the second world war and, though they survived relatively unscathed, they all had their own traumas. My parents also carry that with them in a way. Some examples: My grandmother almost starved in Delft in the winter of 1944-1945, she now has diabetes and is overweight and she hoards food. Every cupboard of hers has cookies or chocolates or something else stashed inside. She is also very emotionally distant. On practical matters she chats all day, but she keeps how she feels about things hidden from everyone else. My grandfather had the same thing being emotionally distant and my father and his siblings still have trouble sorting out their feelings about things. They tend to bottle stuff up and then explode when it becomes too much. I think the whole mentality of "don't look back, look forward" encouraged people to not deal with their traumas at all...
Those were hard times. Physically they survived but mentally they did not. I'll pray for your family and truly think that they need therapy.
I grew up with my father being a vietnam vet, he had terrible issues from that and it effected me even to this day.
You can never recover
All so sad. It is hard to imagine fully.
I'm an American baby boomer, from a mixed ethnic working/middle class district in the northeast.
When I was in school, during the 1960s, there was a fellow student named Ellen. Ellen's parents were "refugees" from Europe. They had been resettled in our district, because there was an organized Jewish community, which could provide them with support, social services.
Ellen's mother had had a European husband and child, who did not survive the war. She met Ellen's father in a DP camp. They came to America together. Ellen was born in our town.
At home alone, during the day, Ellen's mother was sometimes gripped with anxiety, which she could not manage. She knew that something terrible was happening to Ellen. She would rush to the school, demand to see her daughter.
The sympathy of the school officials did not last. Ellen's mom was barred from school property. She was disruptive. And so, a couple of times per month, students with window seats, could see Ellen's mother, standing across from the school, rocking back and forth and wringing her hands.
Many thanks for sharing this.
My wife's family spent WW2 in Japanese camps in the East Indies. She was born after the war, and heard some stories of privations and harsh treatment. The families were deported to The Netherlands by the Indonesians. Shortly after we were married in 1980, I was in a cafe' in her mother's village and unthinkingly answered a server's question in German. She stopped cold, looked me straight in the eye, pointed a finger at me and told me in perfect English, "Remember, we do not speak German here." Even 40 years after the end of WW2, many Dutch people had a visceral dislike of Germans.
Hearing a German accent made my great-opa freeze up with terror 40 years later. Nowadays we would call it a "panic attack".
Wow, I was raised that way by Dutch parents who went through the war. My dad fought in the underground (Haarlemermeer). I still have a reaction to Germans and have to consciously suppress those feelings of resentment.
About ten years ago, I was on a tour of Bastogne that was operated by some young Dutchmen. They'd grown up with stories of the occupation and starvation and refused to give their tours to German tourists.
I was in the British Army stationed in West Germany as it was.in late 1970s. Some of the blokes took a trip to the Netherlands and took in a football match. One of them was wearing a Bundeswehr shirt with the German flag on it, they wouldn't let him in until he cut the flags out of the shirt.
I was born in 1952 in Amsterdam. My parents didn't speak of their experiences, their high school years were under occupation. I felt cut out of their lives, and driven by their effotts to forget. I resented that immensely, and became very rebellious, ending up spending my high school years as a dropped out hippy. I was really lost. The only thing I had going for me was an insatiable quest for answers to the hung over fog of war. My parents sought to distance themselves from all of their roots, but I became interested to know spiritual reality-based life. To their chagrin, and my own amazement, I became a born again Christian. History and my future opened up tremendously for me from there.
Thanks for sharing this.
Maybe they remembered how God didn't seem to be interested when the Germans invaded.
As a Brit who's Dad was a Captain in the Royal Tank Regiment - those guys didn't talk about it, but rather gave off a grim menace. In my 30s I cycled from Amsterdam to Utrecht with all those cemeteries of "a bridge too far" by the wayside. Speaking no Dutch I asked some locals the way (they didn't speak much English either). The Old guy asked his wife "Deutch?" (about me) she said nee Engles - then they loved me lol.
Interesting to read, Richard. Respect for your father.
You won't find many cemeteries from Market Garden between Amsterdam and Utrecht.
The Dutch people were always admired
My father served in the Royal Navy and as a young boy I talked with him as he had many photographs of his experiences.
They were allowed to buy official photos so he had ones from all theatres; Atlantic, Mediterranean, Arctic, and Indian Ocean.
He lost many shipmates. My Uncles served as a Bomb Disposal Officer on the Home Front, at Dunkirk, India,and Burma. Sadly one was killed in the Normandy invasion. I found that others such as my Secondary school headmaster who was an Army Major would volunteer experiences from the Desert War and the occupation of Germany. We owe all of those and previous generations our freedoms which the Ukrainians are currently fighting to preserve. 👍🏻🏴
Thanks for sharing this.
I had a Polish father and an Italian mother. My father fought in 1939 near Warsaw, then lived during the German terror occupation to August 1944 when the Warsaw Uprising took place for 2 months. He was taken POW to April 1945 when freed by the Canadians near the Dutch border. He then served in the Polish army in western Europe. He was obsessed with his WW2 experiences and frequently had bad nightmares about them. He spoke about some of them but not all. My mother , Italian by birth and French by upbringing, was arrested by the Gestapo in March 1943 in Toulon, France. She spent 6 months in solitary prison, then 17 months in one of Dachau's sub camps in Austria near Salzburg. She would not speak about her WW2 experiences, just occasionally berating us children for leaving uneaten food on the plate, which food we would have to eat at the next meal. This was a result of her prison and concentration camps experience. Both my parents traumatic WW2 definitely impacted on us. 3 of our 4 grandpRents were killed by bombing in 1944, my paternal grandfather in Warsaw by the Germans and both maternal grandparents by US airforce bombing of Toulon. Watching what is currently happening in Ukraine is a very sad reminder of WW2.
Have you considered writing all of your recollections down to share with current and future generations of your family? I am afraid that the unimaginable suffering experienced by your family will be dismissed by those who follow us because they will not believe anything like this could have happened.
@@texasflood1295 that is material for ongoing family discussions. The younger generation is well aware of the family's history.
Im an American who at the age of 9 a Dutch family moved next door to our home in Pasadena California. The husband of this family was a scientist who became a visiting professor at Cal Tech where Albert Einstein taught for 2 years. The wife would tell my Mom how they ate Tulip bulbs to survive those harsh years of Nazi occupation. In 2009 I got orders to the Netherlands as an educator at AFNORTH in Brunssum. I bought a home in Landgraaf and my wife planted tulip bulbs. We went to Keukenhof and I told the stories to my wife of Nora and her family that lived next to us. Whenever I see a Tulip, I think of Nora and her husband and the brutal years they endured. We still have good friends in the Netherlands. One family helped me sell my home during Covid as traveling back to Europe with quarantines would have been difficult. As a reward, we flew them to Arizona and took them all over 6 states. When I traveled in Europe, I would ask Dutch people, DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH? They all answered, OF COURSE< IM DUTCH!!!
I remember the 50's eggs and chickens were still a luxury and you were always reminded "we eat 10 times better than during the 'honger winter'". The picture of the cat of that time took the place of honour, he managed to steal an eye fillet (from the German naval barracks was the theory) of beef just in time for Christmas 1944. He was the only member of the family who was not skinny and helped out on numerous occasions.
Interesting, thanks for sharing Charles!
I'm American and my grandfather had dutch roots from his mom. He was only a teenager when the war was over, but I later found out that his cousin was a glider pilot during the war but never made it back home. He was deployed during Operation Market Garden to liberate Nijmegen just a few miles from Arnhem, where the family originally came from. Even though I didn't know him I still feel this urge to visit his grave someday.
I understand, thanks for sharing this.
My father's cousin was at Nijmegen too.
those gliders were absolutely decimated.
There is a book called Glider Infantryman. It is out of print, but used copies are available. The book covers Opheusden in Gelderland where my great-grandmother was born.
My father was injured on the second landing on D day and he never spoke about the war to me and my siblings until his dying day.
Thanks for sharing this.
I love your work. Thank you so much. You’re the history teacher everyone should have! Anyway, my Father was 17 on VE Day, having barely survived. He was an only child but they hid 2-3 others in their home all through the war. Nazis occupied their home in Epe many times. I recently found some hand written letters from my Grandparents written to Canadian relatives just days after liberation. They tell of my grandmother being marched through the house with a pistol at her back while the house was searched. Indeed, my father was often hiding right under the kitchen floor - under the STONE floor because they knew that Nazis shot through the wooden floors. They also had made hiding spots in the walls. Also, the drunkenness of the soldiers was an opportunity for them to steal back a bit of their own fuel and food from the Germans, none of which they were not allowed to have. My grandfather writes that as soon as the writing was on the wall he decided to become a farmer in order to feed his family and it did work for the first two years but nothing could be done during the hunger winter and they like so many others very nearly starved to death. Another horror written about was the torture of a neighbour who was a Doctor. They ripped out all his finger and toe nails, smashed his hands and then for fun (as written) hung him until he was almost dead, then revived him to repeat. Just awful, I could not read these letters all at once, I had to read them in small bites. They all emigrated to Canada which is where I grew up. My father rarely talked about the war and his coping strategy for getting through it all was, and remained, to try to feel and show very little emotion. My father never hugged me until I was about 16, but only because I started hugging him and eventually he started returning and expecting hugs. He did tell me a few stories, one of which I will close with to leave you with on a happier note: near the beginning of the war, my grandfather anticipated what drunk soldiers were capable of, so he had a big hole built and had “his man” smash all the liquor bottles into this hole and buried it all. My father, a kid of 13, stole a magnum of champagne and some other bottle of booze from the supply. He ran into the woods and buried them. On VE Day, ( or more likely, a few days afterwards) his father mentioned that he wished they had something to celebrate the day. My father suddenly remembered the bottles he had “ rescued”, ran into the woods and returned triumphantly with the two bottles and was a hero!
Hello Kathy, many thanks for taking the time to write such a lengthy comment. I read it with great interest.
Very interseting read! Thanks for sharing. Your comment about hugging is interesting to me. I have always presumed my parents generation weren't huggers but never wonderd why that might be the case. If it's just a cultural thing or if it is caused by a greater past trauma I don't know. But it makes me reevalue how I would bring up my childeren in the future.
Atticblur hugging is so great. It will mean more to your children! I have four grown children and we are very very close.
Wow!!!! Interesting insight on what civilians has to endure under Nazi occupation, thanks for sharing that.
I agree , I wish he would my history too.
My father lived through WW1 and WW2 in Rotterdam, married in 1949. In 1953 our little family of 4 moved to Australia as he could not face the thought of the possibility of another war. He never spoke about it but then we children never asked. He would sit reading the paper about conflicts overseas, with the paper shaking in rage. Trillend van woude
of beveren...
Your explanation of 2nd generation psychological effects rings many bells, and explains much of my family history.
Bedankt voor de video...
Thanks for your reply.
I was born in the Netherlands after the war. My father had been a German POW and my mother and older brother and sister almost starved to death. We all left for Canada as soon as possible. The war was central to what my family became but no one talked about it. It was only when I read my late mother's diaries did I realize the true horror. Joost
My next door neighbor here in Canada is of Dutch background. She came from a family of 12 children. Her father had fought in Indonesia during the war, and he developed a love for spicy food over there. In the early 1950s they immigrated to Canada from Friesland. The father worked as a tailor, and Mom stayed at home to manage the family. My neighbor and her siblings are all practicing Christians who belong to the Dutch Reformed church. They grew up poor in Canada, but there was always enough food, and they could go to school. She became a registered practical nurse. One of her brothers became a policeman, and so on. All the boys were taught to be tailors, but most chose other professions. They all know how to work hard hard, manage their money, save money, and they take care of each other. I have noticed that many of her nephews and nieces own their own businesses -- landscaping, carpentry, electrical contracting etc.
You shouldn't have sold that mountain, it might come in useful one day.
Nah, don't think so, but who knows!
I guess the Netherlands is not a good place for mountain climbing.
Maybe for Après Ski videos with Snollebollekes 🤪
Indeed, it would be nice to set Ajax flag at the top!!!
Obi-Wan: I have the high ground!
Me: *has homework to do*
History Hustle: *uploads video*
Me: *Clicks video furiously*
What can I say.
My dad was a small boy during the entire occupation, he 'claims' to have very little memory of it despite his parents being taken hostage on a couple of occasions. My mother was evacuated to Canada during the initial invation, she has never discussed the war with me or anyone else.
Thanks for sharing this.
My mother was 12 during the hunger winter in Amsterdam. Her 3 brothers scrounged on the streets and lived from hand out to hand out.
On the other side of the world, my father was 15 when he was freed from a Japanese prison camp for women and children in 1945 in Java.
I and my 3 siblings grew up in Canada. We all carry emotional scars handed down to us.
I can understand. Thank you for sharing this.
I visited my Dutch friends in Voorst. It amazed me that signs of the war are everywhere. There was a field kitchen in their front yard, flak gun emplacements, an english bomber propeller placed as a monument to a plane that was shot down, and one or two neighbors who suffered during the war.
Thanks for your reply.
In 1943 my great-grandfather got drafted into the US Army as a flak gunner, he stormed Omaha Beach in 1944 then freed Paris and moved into the ardennes, he fought in cities near Cologne in germany. Something kinda funny is that me and my uncle found a book called "Returning to civilian life" in an old box from the war that my great-grandfather had.
Respect. Thanks for sharing. What were his experiences in returning to civilian life for him?
Freed Paris? have you seen it now?
Hi . You make nice UA-cam clips. I am a 64 year old man. Stories from my parents about the 2nd world war have aroused my interest about everything that happens from 1914 onwards in this century. Although my parents, compared to many other Europeans, have rolled through the 2nd World War reasonably well. I almost didn't sit here because my parents have been close to death a few times. My mother was in the middle of the bombing of Geleen (Limburg). Furthermore, a whole cordon of 20 millimeter 4-ling anti-aircraft guns was placed at my mother's parental home (Urmond in Limburg). The command center was in my mother's parental home. 20 millimeter FLAK was also a formidable flat track weapon with which the Germans, the allied infantrymen, could make it quite difficult. They probably once opened fire on an allied reconnaissance unit. However, the Germans have retreated otherwise my mother might have died under the term "colleteral damage". My father saw how the Germans opened fire on a P 38 lightning that flew overhead. The Germans fired when the plane was over so as not to betray their position with their tracer ammunition. The P38 turned to fire at the Flak position . However, before it could properly fire at the Flak position, it was hit and crashed behind my mother's parental home. So I'm here because my dad was lucky, he went to see where the P38 crashed and saw the pilot's intestines hanging in the branches of an orchard. It is striking that relatively few P38s have flown in European war events. Most flew in the war zone where the Japanese were fighting . This is because the P38 is in possession of 2 engines, which is a must when flying over large pieces of jungle, etc.
My father came to Canada in 1928, he was 4 years old with his parents. I asked my Grandma why they immigrated to Canada and she said " for freedom". My mother was 19 years old when she came to Canada in 1948. She lived south of Amsterdam in Vinkeveen, German soldiers and ss would just walk in, the regular soldier were described by mom as scared little boys, the ss she will not talk about, she saw things that when he talks about she shivers. The worst one is the ghosts walking through town after the war, concentration camp victims, no one knew till they saw. Her family was large and the landlord would bring kids from the city for a " country holiday" Mom is 93 now and I video record her stories of childhood and the war years with her family. The one year at fireworks she disappeared at the end, the last big ones sounded like the german bombs. I could ramble on lol
Thanks for sharing this.
I am an American, but I grew up in Heerlen in the 1950's. I live in the US, but I go back often, and I really experience the change in the Dutch People. In the 1950's they were just glad to be alive. They had pride in their culture. It was slow, but the economy was burgeoning. The Netherlands was rising from the horrors of the War and coming into the Modern Era.They viewed Americans with great gratitude. Now, I find the atmosphere is totally different, and I find that the youth know little about WW2. Further, they express a certainty that Germany would never invade again... Moreover, there is an ennui... an indifference or apathy toward Americans that sometimes borders on hostility. I also find that hostility is turned inward toward themselves as a people. If you understand them and the language, it's amazing sometimes to hear the anger the Dutch express toward each other. It's more than Directness. There is something going on within the Dutch culture now that you never saw in the 1950's, and it's destroying their culture. What's more, I think they know it.
Thank you for taking the time to write down your thoughts.
I think that this is the anti-western doctrines from the Universities. Call it Postmodernism, anti-western. In the US it can be critical race theory. It’s neo Marxism. Self hatred by any means is the creed.
@thedancingdutchman2874 I agree with you. Hopefully, recent changes in leadership will help start to change things.
My Opa and Oma went to Canada because Canada (and Brazil) was offering land for them to farm. He stated that it was going to be years figuring it out (place to farm) in the Netherlands.
Years later when he would go back to the Netherlands, he would point to a house/place and say " a Collaborator lived there " .Decades later and he still didn't forget.
Thanks for sharing this.
I met a woman working in a hotel in Canada around 1990 she was not at all traumatised but complained she would have had an easier life had she stayed in Holland . I guess it was hard to visualise the Euro rebuild in 1948 and beyond at that time
Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you! Your shirt, tie and vest make you look like a university professor! I very much appreciate your History Hustle series. My father was almost killed in the Battle of the Bulge on December 30, 1944, in the vicinity of Bavigne, Luxembourg, and spent over two months in a field hospital. He had been a firefighter before the war, but was unable to return to that after the war ended, due to his war wound. Most people didn't notice that he was left with one shoulder lower than the other, and could not perform certain movements, but I always noticed! He rarely spoke of his experiences, and only when he saw that it was not just idle curiosity on my part, did he say anything. He definitely suffered from what is called post traumatic stress disorder, and the war changed him forever! I salute your country, the Dutch nation, an example which proves that it is often not those who can inflict the most, but those who can endure the most who will survive in the end.
Thanks for sharing your story on this.
Well done! Your narration is still getting better. Language wise, but also your approach and topics. I also like your humour. Thanks!
Cheers, Max! I did some experimenting in this video. Worked out alright I guess. Thanks.
He got most of it right. But Germany agreed to split Poland with Russia, which they did without immediately continuing the fight against each other. Second, sanctions by ' World Jewry ' had been imposed on Germany in 1933, on top of the ludicrous Versailles declaration, Germany only wanted to break the sanctions and regain all territories stolen from them at Versailles. Third Kristallnacht was a very minor incident , more like a protest, which was immediately stopped by Hitler as soon as he heard news of it.
Can I proudly acknowledge the contribution of the 360 Royal Australian Air Force crew laid to rest in the Netherlands.
Thanks for sharing.
I know my grandfather didn't like Germans for a long time after the war and that he didn't like to talk about the war. I know he knew someone who listened to the radio illegally during the war, but I don't know much else about him regarding the war. My grandmother was scared of planes for a long time, because an allied plane had crashed close to her grandparents house and her school got accidentally bombed by the allies, thus she was terrified of planes. Everytime a (propellor) plane would go over she would get scared for a second, but she got over it eventually. She has no problem talking about the war like my grandfather used to. My other two grandparents are from Brazil and I don't really know what they were doing during the war
Thanks for sharing, Joris!
Just watched your video for the first time today and was moved by your description of the negative effects on the children of people who were in your country during the times described - my father was in the First Canadian Army and was involved - I still have his pictures of his time spent in your country. YES the negative effects were very strong for these folks who participated and did affect the children and families in Canada.
Thanks for sharing this.
My grandfather was a dock manager in Calcutta and died in 1943, partly due to war-related stress (Calcutta was a major transit hub for military supplies to Burma and China, most of which went through the docks).
My grandmother, my mother, and her sister then travelled to Australia, coincidentally on a Dutch cargo ship. My mother and aunt were then brought up by relatives. Losing her dad (and later her mum) at such a young age definitely affected my mum and aunty, no doubt about it.
Being bombed in India by the Japanese and then chased around the Southern Ocean by their submarines didn't help either.
Thanks for sharing this.
So my grandparents experienced ww2 firsthand. They're both still alive (98 and 96) and have told me little about their experience. My grandfather was in the Dutch resistance and did quite important things too. For example, he participated in the 'Tilburgse Zegeltjeskraak' (I would love to see an episode about this!!!). After the war, he was awarded a medal for his deeds but refused it. He always says that, he just did his job and anyone else would have done the same.
Naturally, my parents are both from the 2nd generation. My mom doesn't talk much about how things affected her but my dad does, sometimes (his dad is the resistance fighter).
Over the years I have noticed that me and my parents have a different mindset and that's because I have not experienced war personally or through my parents.
It is really difficult to say how you notice this. A big part of this is happening psychologically, which can't easily be explained. But for example 'scarcity' is always important theme: Everything has to be either saved , reused or stored. No food is thrown away and you have to be extremely careful with any items you own.
Thanks for sharing this Oliver. That example 'scarcity' I heard about often.
My grandparents also experienced the war first hand...now my Oma she is 90 and stills remembers everything of it vividly. They emigrated to Argentina in 1948 and have lived here ver since,and what you mention about the behaviour of them,or the silence in talking about the events that happened,me too i have the same experience..only the father of my mother that lived in Utrecht spoke little more of it,and the father of my father,who lived in Breukelen, joined the resitance movment too...my Oma was born in Den Helder, and i can only understand her silence as a psychologist, and i try to understand,accept and respect,the fact that even 75 years have passed since the end of the war,some pains perhaps will never heal,and perhaps then in the other life ,if you are a believer or not,perhaps they will find the inner peace,that was stolen and taken away by those tragics events. I do hope your granparents can have the comfort and refuge in their old age,from you and your family.
My greetings from Buenos Aires.
@@HistoryHustle true..my oma always mentions it,still at 90,she cooks for me almost daily because i live next to her,always plenty of food on the table...and nothing is left to be thrown away..
If your parents were born in the US they would be the first generation and you'd be the second generation.
@@dr.barrycohn5461 you're right, I meant 1st generation. But were not from the US though.
Love this video and your channel. It is helping me gain further insights into my parents and the things that happened in their life. My father who has passed away years ago used to sometimes talk about the war in a exciting and adventurous way when I was younger (he was in his teens during the war) and then as time went on he would often call out the BS that is portrayed in Hollywood movies.He served compulsory military service after the war. My mother sometimes talked however has recently talked more about her experiences during the war, some are good, some are bad and some are very funny. She is in her 90's. I have uncles who were in the resistance during the war however when I hear stories about what and how they continued in the months after the war I sometimes wonder if they and others like them were more opportunists or just like many, trying to survive the best way they could. Everyone wants their family or family members to be heroes however sometimes the reality is slightly different.
My parents like so many Dutch people emigrated in the 50's. Then they had to endure a whole new set of struggles and challenges to build a new life.
I really appreciate your channel. It's great to get insight and I love how you keep it real and grounded. Keep up the great work.
Thanks for your message. Hope you will like the future content.
Absolutely brilliant!! I love the detailed reports you provide us with, coupled with the sarcasm. ALL students should be taught this in school for obvious reasons.
Very nice to read. Many thanks for watching and taking the time to write a reply!
My Dutch godfather was Jewish and a survivor of the Holocaust. He was taken in and hidden by a Dutch family, as were other members of his family. He said that after the war ended he went back to his house in Apeldoorn and the family made small talk and behaved as if nothing had happened. This was despite the fact that they had lost 2 family members to the concentration camps. He pretty much didn't talk about it much, but the few times he did he never revealed any great hatred for Germans as one would've expected. He was by nature a very compassionate and large-hearted man. ps: I do remember asking him once about his feelings towards Germans. He said "You can't blame a whole people for what some people did". I was amazed by the largeness of his spirit. Certainly in his place I wouldn't have been so idealistic.
Thank you for this episode. I comprehended a new term today: "2nd generation victims". In the case of my family we are victims of the smooth glove of silence, because a member of the family had been "verkeerd". My grandfather has the distinction of being the chosen persona, as per the directive of Mussert, to found a local chapter of the NSB in Indonesia in the 1930's.
He moved his family back to Holland in 1938, where the gravest act, that we now know him to have been guilty of, is of becoming the "Verwaltungstreuhänder" to replace the Jewish owner of a company. He died in 1944, before the war ended, and would most certainly have been among those who would have served time in prison, had he survived.
I was born 17 years after he died and so never had the occasion of knowing the man personally. Everything was kept as a family secret from the following generations. Some in my family are looking into this matter now. My own motivation comes from a need to heal though knowing the truth.
Thanks for your reply.
Hi. My uncle survived The Normandy Invasion. He was relocated in New Guinea. ( Just north of Australia.)He survived the New Guinea campaign. He never talked about the war. 😊😉👍❤️💜🙏
He must have seen a lot. Thanks for sharing.
Most of my uncles and aunties were moved to "save" Friesland but the men were used as workforce in Germany. We lived in Ijmuiden which had a huge German naval base and steelplant including a huge unfinished u-boat bunker and this area was bombarded by the alies continuously so my family was forcefully moved out of the unsafe coastal area of the Ijmond. I remember growing up playing in the 100's of bunkers surrounding our town, school and beaches. Many of them still remain there. Another nice note: many of these bunkers were transferred into temporary homes and later holiday chalets which you could rent at the beach, that was in the 50's and 60's. Now, 2020, they are full of graffiti and bats. `Part of the uboat bunker is now a factory i believe and many of the bunkers were blown up and dismantled to make room for housing after the war which was absolute fun to see as a child. ;)
Interesting, thanks for sharing Nico!
Being forcefully moved to a safe area is more moral than being left in an unsafe area.
I grew up after in a house with World War II parents, my father fought in the war as well as many of my uncles, they never talked about the war. My parents didn't start talking about the war until the late 1980s and 1990's
Thank you for sharing, John.
Thank you for adding captions to your shows! I'm deaf so this definitely improves the experience for me.
I do my best! Older vids don't have it most of the time but I try to make sure the new ones have!
Thank you for these videos! My great grandparents came from the Netherlands to America after ww1 because they believed another war would come but with more chemical warfare than the previous. Very interesting to see what they would have had to experience if they chose to stay.
Thanks for sharing. Perhaps a wise choice to leave...
Another objective, pure lesson from Stefan. I just realized that I'm a third and second generation victim of WW l and WW ll. I lived with my WW l North German grandparents so often. Opa died when I was 23 and Oma, when I was 36. My mother was a victim too. I grew up in the U.S. with many second generation victims from all different nationalities and with many Jewish kids whose grandparents were mostly from Russia and Poland. I believe that in many ways it made me smarter and stronger. Most Americans would never understand the experience of the children or grandchildren of parents or grandparents of war. And many Americans could only see the war through U.S. eyes if their fathers or grandparents fought overseas. But their stories matter too. I hate nationalism!
Very interesting to read your reply, Albert. Thanks for sharing this!
@@HistoryHustle The way you teach history from all perspectives has helped me, even though I've have the proclivity for objectivity. There is a purity in the way you teach. You do not do the good-guy-bad-guy standard propaganda that each nation or group believes in. You see the evil in kangaroo court injustice, vigilantism and you see each person as an individual. Most professors and teachers of history, teach with selectivity of topic and with slanted anger.
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@@HistoryHustle BTW, what does a black heart mean, in your words? I looked it up on Google and there are different interpretations. It confuses me. I know what a red heart means.
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In Dutch we don't have a meaning for 'zwart hart'. We do have one for 'hart van steen' (heart of stone) which means being a very cold and harsh person.
Both my parents were English, but my mother psychologically suffered from the War. She said that the Blitz really terrified everybody.
I can imagine. Thanks for sharing.
Canada here , very interesting video , my gr father fought the battle of the Atlantic protecting the convoys against uboats
Thanks for replying!
My nana got confused once during a powercut and thought it was WWII and it was a blackout during the Blitz and looked scared and cried. It makes me sad to think about it.
Sad to hear, thanks for sharing.
A fascinating yet unorthodox view of these horrible events.Thank you. As to psychological hurts , what a huge question ! My father was a youngster in Belgium during Nazi occupation, and I can't help but think that that had an impact on him.
Thanks for your reply, James!
Thanks for your video. After the war so many Europeans migrated to Australia. I grew up with second generation victims. They were very damaged children & as teenagers many were violent and difficult to be with. We had no idea they were traumatised. Some of the adults who went through the war displayed erratic behaviour which led to some racism by Australians.
The Dutch were highly regarded & I went to school with many of them. Even had one as a girlfriend. Australians knew nothing about living in an occupied country & therefore were disparaging when immigrants did things differently
Decades down the track the post war immigrants are regarded as the builders of modern Australia. They worked on the Snowy River Hydroelectric Scheme which had workers from all over Europe.
Thanks for your reply, K M.
My great grand parents were arrested twice in 1942/3 in Rotterdam by the Nazis, released both times but shortly after the second time my great grandfather 'disappeared' no one knew what happened to him....
My father was 9 when the Netherlands was invaded, Friesland area, my Opa was in the Dutch army. Although he , my father, shared few details, he told us about being bombed, listening to the whistle of falling bombs, seeing the first German army arrivals; motorbikes with sidecars, while the residents hid (he watched though a gap in drawn curtains), before the bulk of the German army arrived.
Thanks for sharing this.
Always great! Thank you.
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A significant number of Netherlanders emigrated to Canada and the United States after WWII. My understanding is that the Netherlands government encouraged emigration for many of the reasons that you mention in the video -- it is much easier to build sufficient housing in the NL if there are fewer people there. At the same time, for emigrants, the economic opportunities in Canada and the US post WWII were much greater than in post war Netherlands. It was a significant experience to have veterans of the BS and the Princess Irene Brigade talk about their experiences at my elementary school and high school in Michigan the 1970's and 1980's and on several occasions the ambassador or his/her representative would attend to give decorations to these veterans.
I didn't know this. Thanks for sharing.
And to New Zealand, Australia and South Africa. My Dutch grandparents came to South Africa and my grandmother's brothers emigrated to Canada. The economy in the NL was horrible in the 50ties and many Dutch people left. It's quite sad.
I wish I had you as a history teacher, as you make your subject come alive and not bored out your head ,sitting there and trying not to nod off.
Thanks, Stephen. Glad you found the channel.
You make a very important point about trauma and secondary trauma at the end.
I also, believe without the brave European resistance fighters the war would not have gone the way of the allies, I believe we owe a huge debt of gratitude to these unsung heroes.
Thanks for your response.
My mother always told me about her experiences during the war how she survived by cycling from Sheveninge to Drente to work for food. Farmers which helped her became family after the war and visited us in DenHaag and later in South Africa these were just awesome and very hardworking people.
My father was seventeen and fled to Belgium to hide when news came that they would take his sister if he didn’t return. They trained him to Berlin to live in labour camps, train as a nurse and clean up the bodies he pulled out of bomb sites. Three years of his life he gave over to that, including three escape attempts, the last time thwarted again by the dogs that hunted him down, delivered him punishment leaving him unable to walk for a week. The Russians opened the gates of his camp and shot his best friend dead as they ran out, he thought it was the German coat he was wearing even though it was August, 1945. The Canadians directed him home and he walked all the way to Amsterdam where he was hardly welcome because there wasn’t much food then. By 1945 he’d had enough of Holland and hoped to take us all to Canada but mum was pregnant again and Canada wanted to ensure the baby was ok to migrate. We came to Australia instead where the instructions, both written and announced on the loudspeakers was always in German, He suffered every where he turned. My father studied carpentry even though he was qualified already, he built a home for seven offspring, 2 girls and 5 boys. I don’t know how he did he did it, he was not responsive to our emotional needs but who can blame him, he was an enormous provider. Only one son, the eldest ever married and himself has a son, three, including myself have never managed relationships and only 2 ever had children. Both my sisters found husbands, Australians, and only one of those was stable though I have several beautiful nephews and nieces. At age seventy I just completed a university degree in fine art and writing poetry has helped me, and though mum and dad never spoke to us in Dutch, because we were meant to teach them English I guess I can understand Dutch reasonably which is also good for the soul. My father was a champion and so was my mother, they absolutely did their best but fights Dutch bureaucracy, German brutality and Australian stupidity made their lives a thousand times more difficult than necessary, and their high hopes for their children may finally bear fruit in my nephews and nieces.
Really funny, German brutality,
@@cursed-hm2jn not really, misrepresentation like you is ignorance. My father worked cleaning up broken German bodies for three years, he wasn't paid a cent for any of it. What will Russia do for Ukrainian people apart from breaking them when ever possible?
Interesting video.
Many people working for the underground/resistance were often suspected of being collaborators but were unable to explain their actions. This happened in most of the occupied countries. I have read accounts of some being killed after the war too, very sad.
Thanks for watching.
Thank-you, I learned a lot from this! Both my parents were in the Canadian Army, they married on Dec. 24, 1945 in Amsterdam. I have a better understanding now of what they experienced from my own research. I think both my parents also suffered trauma during the war, unfortunately they did not receive any psychological help consequently my siblings and I received no help either. War is a terrible thing and should be outlawed!
I agree. Thanks for your reply. Best of luck!
A lot of Dutch young people emigrated to New Zealand and Australia in the '50s and '60s. Most of their children and grandchildren started to lose their Dutch heritage as they became assimilated into the culture of those countries.
I've noticed too by other replies. Thanks for sharing.
They didn't have a choice. I was born in NZ but have a Dutch name. Therefore, I was Dutch, not a Kiwi. They never let us forget it. They still don't. I now live in Belgium and it's not a problem.
Thank you did this episode. I always enjoy and learn much from your lessons.
Great!
My great aunts and dad's cousins were part of the occupation in Gelderland. The great aunts' mother was in Iowa and did not know if her daughters were dead or alive when she died in 1940. Dad visited his cousins and they did not want to discuss the occupation and only said "they took everything".
Thanks for sharing.
This was a very interesting video on a subject that is rarely covered. What happened to the Dutch colonies abroad after WW2?
Good question, I covered this in multiple episodes.
Rise & Fall of the Dutch Empire: ua-cam.com/video/hrFg4K6yA8U/v-deo.html
How Indonesia became independent: ua-cam.com/video/RlSXajHiPUU/v-deo.html
In WW II would be a question as well, what forces continued the war in overseas.
Were the Netherlands at war with Italy and Japan as well?
@@monkeydank7842 I'm not sure about Italy but the Netherlands was definitely at war with Japan. The Japanese overran the Netherlands East Indies in 1942, thereafter there were many Dutch POWs on the Burma Railway etc. Elements of the Dutch air force kept fighting from northern Australia. Also, Dutch merchant ships kept plying the oceans.
@@maddyg3208 ..Dutch submarines sank a lot of Japanese ships as well.
I was born in January 1946 in Haarlem. Not much said about the war in the family but there were some fragments. At a large family gathering I remember aunts and uncles discussing a relative and the conversation went something like "yes, he was in the NSB, but he never did anything bad". A cigar smoking relative told me that he swore off cigars until Hitler was defeated - and kept the promise. My father designed bridges for a living (Werkspoor) and was in high demand by the Germans because, somehow, a lot of bridges needed work 🙂. I have a bunch of pictures of bombed out bridges, BTW. He showed me where he hid from the Germans in a cubbyhole in an apartment building on the Javastraat in Amsterdam. For me playing around German bunkers and tank traps was a normal part of childhood. Anton Verhulst
Thanks for sharing this.
An individual fate: I am German, born in February 1946; my aunt was a Catholic nun and trained nurse; her order sent her to a hospital near Amsterdam run by this Franciscan order; Because she was to spend her life there, she took Dutch citizenship; After Germany attacked the Netherlands, her hospital was converted into a German military hospital and she was forced to continue working there, among other things on the grounds that she was originally German; After the liberation of the Netherlands, she was accused of being a collaborator - as a Dutch citizen she had worked in a German military hospital - and she was sent to a former German and now Dutch concentration camp, where she died of typhus in 1946. As far as I know, she was never rehabilitated!
Sad to read. Thanks for sharing.
Why aren't you explaining the Marshall plan? This was quite important to the Netherlands.
This video is about the direct aftermath. The Marshall Aid followed later.
First time I see a video about this topic, thank you and blessings!
You're welcome, thanks for watching.
Dat was fascinerend en heel interessant. Bedankt voor deze video.
Ik zou graag iets van je willen zien over De Grote Honger toen de oorlog ten einde liep, als je zo'n onderwerp hebt, aub?
Dank voor je bericht. Wil nog uitgebreide video over de Hongerwinter maken maar ben nu op reis tm augustus 2024 in Zuid-Amerika.
8:00 pure comnedy gold! I did not expect to find humour here but that was amazing. Well done, sir!
Many thanks 👍
Powerful and on the mark.
Thanks for watching.
As a Jew born to a holocaust surviving family, I have horrific stories to tell, but neither myself, nor my relatives would bring them up. However, there are no "PTSD" like conditions in any of my family members. This is possibly because we kept our trust in God and our Jewish traditions, without disconnecting ourselves from the past values and lifestyle. Interestingly there is no great leftover animosity against the German people, even though we avoid speaking German and would not visit Germany.
Thanks for sharing this, Joshua.
👍🏻🏴 Yes my father shared his experiences in the Royal Navy during the Second World War which eventually led to my teaching History and our family’s history in both World Wars could be shared with later generations.
Thanks for sharing this.
I found this interesting. My parents lived through the war in north Brabant. I think my father in particular was traumatised by war. And after the war he wanted to get away. And there was also the thinking in NL that the country was overpopulated, therefore the Dutch government encouraged people to leave. Our family emigrated to New Zealand in 1952. We never learnt this NL history living in another country.
Thank you Peter. Good you found this channel. If you are interested in Dutch history, please check out the playlist:
ua-cam.com/video/IcKwfAom7dU/v-deo.html
I remember my Grandmother telling me in her village in, France, any man who collaborated with the Germans, especially the ones who fought for the Germans where taken out of the village and never returned. Women who fooled around with the Germans where treated in the same way as this video was described
Sad story of revenge...
Dankejewel for a good presentation.
Thank you!
Great narration and very interesting!
Thank you, Pat!
I was born in Amsterdam Feb/47
My parents never discussed the war. We Immigranted to America in 1958. I think my parents were running away and looking for a fresh start.
Thanks for your insights on the post WWII history of the Netherlands. Aside from having visited the Anne Frank Huis in Amsterdam, I also visited the Corrie Ten Boom Huis in Haarlem. The docent in the latter spoke of how some of the local police and citizens were sympathetic to the Resistance and some to the nazis. That's what led to the eventual raid od the house that allowed a hiding place for Jews and Resistance. was hard to know whom to trust. Being a baby boomer Jew, I knew a lot of children of Holocaust survivors, and that's in the States. During childhood, parents didn’t talk about it, for the most part. There were lots of psychological problems. Interestingly enough, a therapist of mine told me od doing her postgraduate work at Yeshiva University in New York. They have a whole section, which she studied the psychology and treatment of children of Holocaust survivors. I thought you'd be interested in knowing that.
Thanks for your reply.
Thanks for this enlightenment from a Brit, living in Germany for over 20 years, and with a Dutch girlfriend. I didn't know about much of this...,
Thanks for watching!
I realy like what you are doing /heiko Andris a german citizen who lives in France since 35 years and who loves history/wirklich gute Reportagen
Thanks, Heiko.
I feel proud my relatives had a hand in liberating the Netherlands from the Germans
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I'm a member of the Von Wedde family of Burcht Wedde in the village of Wedde. Oddly enough, on the Wedde river.
Do you know any history regarding Wedde and Burcht Wedde during the war? Was it ever attacked or occupied by the Germans?
My grandmother absolutely hated the war. She was left alone pregnant with 2 young children. Grandpa had to go away because of the war. For the rest of her life she had a nervous disorder related to the war. I wasn't born yet during the Korean War and I was too young for Vietnam. I was however old enough for Desert Storm and the other related wars. Grandma prayed and prayed that non of her family would ever have to go to war again. She was an absolutely amazing, wonderful woman. I love you and miss you more than I can ever say grandma and grandpa. ❤❤
No, sorry. Too niche for me. Thanks for sharing though.
This Guy has a great 👍 sense of humor. He makes history interesting 🧐.
Thanks!
Yes he does. He is a breath of fresh air!
Sir, you are an exceptional commicator and teacher. Thank you, an Irishman, Seattle Pacific North West.
My grandmother never forgot what happened to her just after the war.
I understand.
my parents live under the German occupation of Denmark from 1940-45, my mother told many stories from the war, my father wasnt so happy about it
Excellent history lesson.
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The village with a mountain turned into profitable enterprise ;)
I enjoy your sense of humor.
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My grandparents who had only recently been married when the war ended, moved to Canada because of the shortage of housing. My grandma has told me the woman they were living with was very difficult and they basically lived in one room.
I'd like to say that they chose Canada because they were liberated by Canadians but in reality that's just where they had a sponsor to take them. They almost moved to Australia but that sponsor fell through.
I never heard that they were traumatized from the war, though my grandparents never did talk much about their past. I did hear that my grandfather was very domineering. He also grew up without a father.
Thanks for sharing.
Good episode Do you know wether the book you mentioned Fieldgrey about Dutch citizens in the german military is available in english?
I believe not. Although the Dutch writer did wrote his article about Dutch volunteers in the book Joining Hitler's Crusade.
Thanks to my Nederland friend for this video.
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subbed. This channel, together with Mark Felton, Forgotten weapons and various other channels are my daily favourites on youtube! (and my many books I have at home) btw, our dutch queen set foot in Eede first, instead of Aardenburg, (which is my hometown btw). There is still a small monument in Eede, together with a brencarrier as a reminder. I have known people who have actually seen Wilhelmina pass the border. The border was marked with flower. After that, she travelled 5 kilometres further into Aardenburg.
Thanks for the correction, Alex. And welcome on the channel. What kind of history are you most interested in.
@@HistoryHustle WWI, WWII, especially in The Netherlands. Operation Switchback is a battle that occurred here, but has not been widely documented over the world. I believe they're now making a movie about it, but I am not sure.
Could be. Thanks for letting us know. I actually have a playlist of WW2 in the Netherlands:
ua-cam.com/video/_IIsY664tE4/v-deo.html
You should have kept the mountain!! Great video!
Thanks, and it's alright. We still have our hills in Limburg, as well as the Grebbeberg.
History Hustle ski the mountains of the Netherlands!! Ha, ha!
Ski the mountains of the Netherlands!! Ha, ha, missed the chance. Maybe find a hill with those skis with wheels. Cross country Ski across the Netherlands!!!
Haha, the Dutch Alps!
I see you read Antony Beevor. Great historical author. I've read his Stalingrad, Battle of Berlin, Battle of the Bulge books. Sobering, horrifying, very well written.
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Great presentations freind so knowledgeable and put across in a very clear way thanks .
My Dutch father and Lithuanian mother met in a nazi slave labour camp outside Berlin.They courted in broken German and were married. Conditions were harsh. Segregated bunkhouses, minimal food, guards with machine guns and traitors. My dad and my pregnant mother walked west to the Elbe river when Berlin fell. Years later our family moved to Canada. Only in the 70s did they share snippets about the war then whole stories of how traumatic it was. Thanks to them I am both anti-communist and anti nazi.
What a story. Incredible. Thanks for sharing.