This is not the story of a German Jew in the 1930s. I was there, but when i left Germany in 1937, the Nazi killing machine had not been perfected. This is not the story of the European Campaign during World War II. I was there, fighting with the 45th Infantry Division, although our noses were too much in the mud to see the clear picture. Both experiences put life into my story, and this is the partial story of my life.