When we think of the Second World War we think of heroism and stories of victory but our parents and grandparent’s generations would have thought of things perhaps more personal, most of them were after all living through it. My father’s memory as a two year old is of hiding underneath the kitchen table with his mother and brother as a German bomber flew over their town to attack the local army base at Fort George. My mother’s home though some distance from the Glasgow Docks had its windows blown out by a bomb blast. Other families that lived closer to the fighting have far more graphic memories. Some of your grandfathers will have returned from conflicts like this unable to share their accounts simply because of the deep emotions they did not want to face. Afterwards I Knew is a book that is very much about the World Wars – but told through the medium of truth based fiction. Often this is one of the best ways to recount the difficult heart wrenching truths of times like this. And this book delivers with descriptive prose, showing that there can be reconciliation even between Canada and Dresden… true reconciliation through Christ.
Lest we forget!