There is still much suspicion in Germany. Families still remember their 'missing' members.

One the way home, stopped in Germany early 1991 to see a good friend. While sitting at sidewalk table, my friend abruptly arose and got in the face of another patron. Words were exchanged, and they went behind the building. My friend returned later, with blood on his sleeves and hands, with his pocket notebook out. With a grim smile, he indicated that he now has a "list of people to talk to...".

The wounds of Germany will not heal until their people of my generation have been buried.