" We lived in a strange dichotomy. We knew that the German soldiers were foul men, but some of them were our men. We knew that most would kill us in our own beds, but there were still boys and men who had been forced into this. We wanted to hate them, but the love for our Henris or Alberts bound us. The terror of what would happen to our children or friends kept us silent. "

― Storm Shultz , Yvette's Moon