In March 1951, my father, a US Army Officer, my mom, my two sisters, and I were driving towards Koln in our 1951 Nash Ambassador, when my father pulled over to the side of the road and had a heated discussion with my mom.  The gist of the discussion is that my mom didn't want us to see Koln, but my father did.  He won the argument, he drove over the next ridge in the road, and we saw Koln for the first time from high above the city.  It was gone.  Even six years after the firebombing, even with Germans busily rebuilding their destroyed cities, the only thing left standing in Koln was the Dome.

My most distinct memory was not really of the destruction, though, because we had really gotten hardened by seeing it all the way from our landing at Hamburg after debarking from the SS United States, to living in Wiesbaden.  So bombed out buildings were certainly nothing new to any of us.  My hand still has a scar from being accidentally slammed by some childhood friends in the turret of a bombed out German tank right next to our home in Wiesbaden that we used to play on.  But unlike Hamburg where bathtubs still hung from the plumbing, and Germans with limbs missing were all aruond, there were no bathtubs in Koln.  It was flat.  That, plus my mom's emotional reaction to the sight of Koln, and her not wanting her children to see it, is something that cannot [and must not] be forgotten.

I never saw Koln again--until 45 years later, on March 30, 2006.  Not only am I happy to report that the Germans have now completely rebuilt their city (in less than half a century, a time during which the African Continent and many American cities travelled backwards in history) but they've completely repaired the Dome which originally took 600 years to build and at the time we bombed it was the tallest building in the world. 

Only a few thousand of the 500,000 inhabitants of Koln could have been in the Dome, and many in the Dome must have been killed.  Only a few thousand of those who were NOT in the Dome could have survived such complete destruction of their city, and they only by accident.  Koln was a holocaust by every single definition and connotation of the word, and it was a holocaust of MY people and not of the alien enemy foreign power called "jews" whose mythical holocaust was mild to non-existent by comparison.

What about the emotional scars of those who DID survive?  Our young German maid dove for the basement one day, shaking uncontrollably, and wouldn't come out until the next day.  That was when we discovered what triggered it: my spinning a gyroscope on the hardwood floor upstairs sounded like an American bomb dropping on her.  She's not counted as a victim, while Anne Frank, who died comfortably of Typhus in a safe, cozy concentration camp which we never bombed, IS (simply because she was a jew, and our maid was merely a Christian)!  What chutzpah!

No, even chutzpah is too mild a word.  It's criminal arrogance, if there ever was any such thing.  The true irony is that "Israel" is now a failed, morally and financially bankrupt, welfare state which incongruously depends on the good graces of two Christian nations (the US and Germany) for a quarter of its GDP, while Germans now have a much higher standard of living than us, PLUS a 28% personal savings rate (contrasted with our negative 2% rate).

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