Dear beloved Henry Oster,
your life and your journey has meant the world to so many in your fight for a just world in the future!
May we never forget and because of your memoir we shan't.
"Henry hid his mother from the SS in an attic in the Lodz, Poland Ghetto. He escaped a firing squad in Auschwitz. Endured a death march through the Polish winter. Formed a life-long friendship in the nightmare barracks of the Buchenwald concentration camp. Saw his friends killed by a British fighter-bomber. And came within hours of starving to death before his liberation by General Patton's 3rd Army."
"Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"
