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Kazuko Higa and the Japanese Holdouts on Anatahan Island

📰 Original title: The Incredible Survival Story of Kazuko Higa, aka the “Queen of Anatahan”

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#history #worldwarii #survival #japan

Canadian Soldiers Rescue Abandoned Baby in England During WWII

📰 Original title: How Three Canadian Soldiers Saved an Abandoned Baby During World War II

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Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/ciphers.html?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/ciphers.html?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/ciphers.html?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/ciphers.html?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/ciphers.html?s=mb #cryptography

The Dachau Bell: A Symbol of Hope and Freedom in 1945

📰 Original title: The Bell That Rang One Last Time, Dachau, Germany, 1945 (They Rang It When the Gates Opened)

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Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/cybersecurity/crypto/?s=mb #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII; see where the Allies worked to break it https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/uk/bletchley-park/?s=mb #travel #history #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII; see where the Allies worked to break it https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/uk/bletchley-park/?s=mb #travel #history #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII; see where the Allies worked to break it https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/uk/bletchley-park/?s=mb #travel #history #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII; see where the Allies worked to break it https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/uk/bletchley-park/?s=mb #travel #history #cryptography

Arthur Scherbius, who died OTD in 1929, invented the electro-mechanical Enigma cipher machine used by Germany before and during #WorldWarII; see where the Allies worked to break it https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/uk/bletchley-park/?s=mb #travel #history #cryptography

Das Boot: The Limit of Human Endurance in The Boat 🌊

Wolfgang Petersen’s claustrophobic classic Das Boot (The Boat) remains one of West Germany’s most famous films. It was adapted from Lothar-Günther Buchheim’s 1973 semi-autobiographical book.

Set during WWII, the story follows the German submarine U-96 and the difficulties its crew faces. A relentlessly bleak film, it holds a clear anti-war message alongside several Nazi characters clearly having reached a point of total disdain for the regime. Timely, then, and still a very impressive film.

The Very Strong Anti-War Message of Das Boot

Interesting starting point, but Lothar-Günther Buchheim (1918-2007) didn’t make much of the film adaptation. He felt it didn’t properly convey his book’s anti-war message.

Our first viewing of the film wasn’t that at all. It has very clear anti-war messages and the bleakness of its ending alone makes that abundantly obvious. Not a big spoiler here, but after some horrendous ordeals out at sea the U-96 crew is all blown to smithereens by the Royal Air Force. On Christmas Eve when back on land.

What’s impressive about the film is how it portrays the ship’s crew. Although Nazi members, some have clear anti-Hitler stances, such as Kapitänleutnant Philipp Thomsen (Otto Sander). Suffering PTSD and a clear raging alcoholic, he mocks Hitler during a party.

And if that seems like too convincing a bit of drunk acting, it’s because Sander was very drunk when he filmed it. Method acting.

Another cynic is the submarine’s Kapitänleutnant (Jürgen Prochnow) who openly mocks Nazi state messages and propaganda. His crew also just come across as desperate, trapped in the submarine whilst being bombed and spending months out at sea.

For viewers, Das Boot is a psychological onslaught. Seeing this in a cinema must have been draining, but the message is very clear. At 149 minutes, you don’t get any room to breathe.

There are the tense conflicts in confined quarters, flooding, and then the long periods of intense boredom for the crew. And as the viewer, you live through all that and feel the cold, sweat, and tears.

PTSD kicks in for several crew members. With Kapitänleutnant fighting to uphold morale as his belief in the war effort dwindles. All of which builds to a crushing conclusion of total nihilistic defeat—all the suffering, for nothing.

Yes, then, not an uplifting film in any respect.

But a technically very impressive one, with a very convincing set of actors. And as you can read below, they were so convincing as they genuinely had to endure a hellish time of it.

The Production of Das Boot

This was a major West German production involving the studios Bavaria Film, Radiant Film, Westdeutscher Rundfunk, and SWR Fernsehen. They cobbled together the impressive budget of DM 32 million (€17.4 million in 2021 cash).

The film was a hit, too, making a 2025 equivalent of $283 million.

Production initially began in 1976 with Robert Redford involved in the project as Kapitänleutnant. But then the effort was cancelled, before being picked up to become the most expensive German film of its day (only beaten in expensive come 2006).

Rutger Hauer was also offered the lead role, but chose instead a role in a certain film called Blade Runner (1982).

Filming took 12 months and was chaotic and gruelling, with most of Das Boot shot in sequence (unlike most other films). This meant beard growth and weight loss is very real in the film, alongside the increasingly haggard looking actors.

The actors were warned to avoid sunlight as much as possible. The guys do end up looking very pallid by mid-way into the film and that’s why.

For scenes inside the submarine, a giant mock-up was created for the actors to do their thing in. Crew members would shake it, rock it, and tilt the shell at angles.

The director’s obsessive approach paid off with critical and commercial success.

It got six Oscar nominations, too, but didn’t win any. On the plus side, he did win the German Film Award for Best Film. All good going, even if the book’s author didn’t rate the work.

Das Boot: The Limit of Human Endurance in The Boat 🌊

Wolfgang Petersen’s claustrophobic classic Das Boot (The Boat) remains one of West Germany’s most famous films. It was adapted from Lothar-Günther Buchheim’s 1973 semi-autobiographical book.

Set during WWII, the story follows the German submarine U-96 and the difficulties its crew faces. A relentlessly bleak film, it holds a clear anti-war message alongside several Nazi characters clearly having reached a point of total disdain for the regime. Timely, then, and still a very impressive film.

The Very Strong Anti-War Message of Das Boot

Interesting starting point, but Lothar-Günther Buchheim (1918-2007) didn’t make much of the film adaptation. He felt it didn’t properly convey his book’s anti-war message.

Our first viewing of the film wasn’t that at all. It has very clear anti-war messages and the bleakness of its ending alone makes that abundantly obvious. Not a big spoiler here, but after some horrendous ordeals out at sea the U-96 crew is all blown to smithereens by the Royal Air Force. On Christmas Eve when back on land.

What’s impressive about the film is how it portrays the ship’s crew. Although Nazi members, some have clear anti-Hitler stances, such as Kapitänleutnant Philipp Thomsen (Otto Sander). Suffering PTSD and a clear raging alcoholic, he mocks Hitler during a party.

And if that seems like too convincing a bit of drunk acting, it’s because Sander was very drunk when he filmed it. Method acting.

Another cynic is the submarine’s Kapitänleutnant (Jürgen Prochnow) who openly mocks Nazi state messages and propaganda. His crew also just come across as desperate, trapped in the submarine whilst being bombed and spending months out at sea.

For viewers, Das Boot is a psychological onslaught. Seeing this in a cinema must have been draining, but the message is very clear. At 149 minutes, you don’t get any room to breathe.

There are the tense conflicts in confined quarters, flooding, and then the long periods of intense boredom for the crew. And as the viewer, you live through all that and feel the cold, sweat, and tears.

PTSD kicks in for several crew members. With Kapitänleutnant fighting to uphold morale as his belief in the war effort dwindles. All of which builds to a crushing conclusion of total nihilistic defeat—all the suffering, for nothing.

Yes, then, not an uplifting film in any respect.

But a technically very impressive one, with a very convincing set of actors. And as you can read below, they were so convincing as they genuinely had to endure a hellish time of it.

The Production of Das Boot

This was a major West German production involving the studios Bavaria Film, Radiant Film, Westdeutscher Rundfunk, and SWR Fernsehen. They cobbled together the impressive budget of DM 32 million (€17.4 million in 2021 cash).

The film was a hit, too, making a 2025 equivalent of $283 million.

Production initially began in 1976 with Robert Redford involved in the project as Kapitänleutnant. But then the effort was cancelled, before being picked up to become the most expensive German film of its day (only beaten in expensive come 2006).

Rutger Hauer was also offered the lead role, but chose instead a role in a certain film called Blade Runner (1982).

Filming took 12 months and was chaotic and gruelling, with most of Das Boot shot in sequence (unlike most other films). This meant beard growth and weight loss is very real in the film, alongside the increasingly haggard looking actors.

The actors were warned to avoid sunlight as much as possible. The guys do end up looking very pallid by mid-way into the film and that’s why.

For scenes inside the submarine, a giant mock-up was created for the actors to do their thing in. Crew members would shake it, rock it, and tilt the shell at angles.

The director’s obsessive approach paid off with critical and commercial success.

It got six Oscar nominations, too, but didn’t win any. On the plus side, he did win the German Film Award for Best Film. All good going, even if the book’s author didn’t rate the work.

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Putin attends scaled-back Victory Day parade amid Ukraine worries

Once used to show off Russia's vast military, including its nuclear-capable missiles, this year's Victory Day ​parade had no tanks or other military equipment ‌rolling over the cobblestones of Red Square.

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Sugar Beets

They planted sugar beets over the dead.

This was the first thing the old woman told me, and she said it without looking at me, as if the sentence itself were a window she dared not face.

We were standing at the edge of the field beyond Demmin, where the earth sank and rose in shallow, uneven swells. It was late autumn. The beet leaves lay dark and rubbery against the soil, wide as tongues, veined like the hands of the very old. Beyond them the river moved with the dull patience of something that had learned not to answer questions.

“You are writing a history?” she asked.

“A story,” I said.

“That is worse.”

Her name was Frau Ilse Kröger, though she had been a child when the town burned and the people went down to the water. Her coat was buttoned to the throat. Her hair, white and thin, had been pinned so tightly that her face seemed pulled backward by memory.

“You must not make ghosts of them,” she said.

“I thought perhaps they already were.”

At that she turned to me. Her eyes were pale, not weak, but faded by long endurance.

“No,” she said. “Ghosts are the dead who cannot leave. These were the living who were not allowed to remain.”

The wind moved through the beet leaves. They rustled low to the ground, not like plants, but like a crowd whispering with its face in the dirt.

I had come to Demmin because of a sentence in an old magazine, a line in a later book, a footnote beneath a national silence. Some said seven hundred. Some said a thousand. Some said more. The numbers rose and fell like bodies seen through river water. There had been war, terror, propaganda, vengeance, collapse. There had been flames in the town and soldiers in the streets and stories told so often in fear that fear itself became a door. Mothers carried children to the river. Men tied themselves to stones. Families vanished into reeds. The Peene, the Tollense, the Trebel—all waters became witnesses.

And afterward, when the new order came, the dead were inconvenient.

So they let grass grow high.

Then they plowed.

Then they planted sugar beets.

There is a peculiar obscenity in sweetness drawn from such soil.

I asked Frau Kröger if she remembered the field.

“I remember my mother’s hand,” she said. “I remember the smoke. I remember how the sky looked too low, as though God had leaned down to see and then could not bear to look any longer.”

We walked along the furrows. The earth clung to our boots in black-red lumps. Here and there the beets pushed up from the ground, pale shoulders emerging from darkness. They resembled skulls that had changed their minds and decided to become vegetables.

“Did anyone speak of it later?” I asked.

“Not aloud.”

“But in homes?”

She stopped.

“In homes most of all we did not speak.”

The field seemed to hear this and approve.

That night I stayed in a small room above an inn where the wallpaper peeled in long strips like shed skin. The radiator hissed. The window looked toward the rivers, though I could not see them, only a blackness where the land dropped away.

Near midnight, I woke to the smell of wet soil.

At first I thought I had dreamed it. But the smell thickened—earth, roots, river mud, and beneath it a faint sweetness, cloying and raw, like sugar spilled in a cellar.

Then came the sound.

Scraping.

Not at the door. Not at the window.

Under the floor.

I sat up.

The boards beneath the bed gave a soft, deliberate creak, though I had not moved. Then another. Then many small sounds together: scratching, pressing, shifting. Like roots growing upward. Like fingernails beneath wood.

I lit the lamp.

Nothing.

The room was ordinary again, ordinary in the way a corpse can be ordinary once the scream has left it.

I did not sleep. Toward dawn I looked from the window and saw, in the paling gray, a line of figures walking beyond the last houses toward the fields. They were indistinct, blurred by mist, and moved slowly, not like soldiers, not like mourners, but like people following instructions they no longer understood.

At breakfast, I asked the innkeeper whether there was a memorial nearby.

He wiped the counter though it was already clean.

“There is a stone,” he said.

“A stone?”

“For those who need stones.”

“And for those who need truth?”

He looked at me then with a kind of pity.

“Truth?” he said. “Truth is heavy. People say they want it, but mostly they want a stone small enough to walk past.”

Later I returned to the field alone.

The beets had been harvested in part. Great heaps stood near the road, pale and earthen, piled like bones awaiting judgment. A truck had left deep tracks in the mud. Crows hopped among the clods.

Near the center of the field I found a place where nothing grew.

It was not large. A rough oval of bare ground. The soil there was darker than the rest and soft despite the cold. I knelt and pressed my fingers into it. Water welled up at once.

Not rainwater.

River water.

It rose around my hand, cold and brown, though the rivers lay some distance away. I pulled back, startled. The little hollow filled silently, reflecting the sky. In its surface I saw, not my own face, but the white blur of beet roots hanging downward, though there were no plants above it.

Then a voice behind me said, “Do not dig.”

Frau Kröger stood at the edge of the furrow.

“I wasn’t.”

“You were thinking of it.”

That was true.

She came closer, slowly, leaning on her cane. “There were men who dug after the war. Men who made lists. Men who counted what could be counted and buried what could not. But later the counting became dangerous.”

“Because it accused someone?”

“Because it accused everyone.”

The wind pressed her coat flat against her body.

“The dead asked too many questions,” she said. “Why did you believe the lies? Why did you fear more than you loved? Why did you stay silent? Why did you come too late? Why did you plant over us?”

A crow called from the beet heap.

“And now?” I asked.

“Now they ask nothing. That is worse.”

From the hollow in the ground came a faint sound like breathing.

Frau Kröger heard it too. Her face tightened.

“When I was a girl,” she said, “we stole beets from this field. Children are always hungry after wars. My brother carried one home under his coat. My mother slapped him when she saw where it came from. Not because he stole. Because he brought it into the house.”

“What happened?”

“She cooked it.”

I stared at her.

“What else could she do? We were hungry.”

Her mouth trembled. Not with tears, but with a terrible, bitter smile.

“It was sweet,” she said. “That was the worst of it.”

The hollow had widened.

Water slipped along the furrows now, thin shining lines threading through the field. The beet leaves stirred though the wind had fallen. From beneath the soil came a low murmur, not words, but the sound of many people speaking with mouths full of earth.

Frau Kröger gripped my arm.

“You wanted your story,” she whispered. “Here it is. This town did not bury the dead. It buried the question of why the living could be driven to the water. It buried fear. It buried shame. It buried the terror of armies and the poison of the Reich and the helplessness of mothers and the guilt of neighbors and the convenience of silence. Then it planted sugar over all of it and called the sweetness harvest.”

The ground shuddered.

One beet near my boot loosened itself. Its root twisted upward, slick with mud. For one instant it looked horribly like a hand.

Then another rose.

Then another.

All across the field the sugar beets began to lift from the earth, not quickly, not violently, but with the slow resolve of the dead being remembered. Soil broke. Leaves trembled. Pale roots emerged, round and blunt, each carrying clots of black mud. The heaps by the road shifted and rolled, collapsing outward.

The air filled with sweetness.

Too much sweetness.

The kind that coats the throat and makes breathing difficult.

From the direction of the river came bells. Not church bells. Smaller. Duller. As if stones were striking beneath water.

Frau Kröger began to pray, but not in words I knew. Perhaps no language survived intact in her after that year. Perhaps prayer, after such things, becomes only the soul refusing to be silent.

The water in the furrows deepened. It ran around our boots. The field had become a map of rivers, every row a tributary, every hollow a mouth.

Then I saw them.

Not ghosts exactly.

Figures in the mist, standing among the beets. Women in dark coats. Children with pale faces. Old men bent beneath invisible burdens. They did not accuse. They did not plead. They only stood where the earth had held them, gazing toward the town that had gone on living.

Their silence was unbearable.

I wanted them to speak. I wanted a curse, a revelation, a sentence to carve onto stone. But they gave none.

That was their judgment.

They had been made into numbers, then rumors, then taboo, then crops. They had been reduced to a place one passed without lowering one’s voice. Now they returned not to frighten the living, but to make evasion impossible.

Frau Kröger stepped forward into the water.

“I remember,” she said.

The figures did not move.

“I remember,” she said again, louder.

The mist thickened around her.

“I remember my mother’s hand. I remember smoke. I remember the river. I remember the field. I remember that we ate what grew here. I remember that we did not speak. I remember.”

At that, the sweetness in the air broke.

Not vanished. Broke.

Like a fever.

Like a spell.

The beet roots sank back into the soil. The water withdrew into the furrows. The figures faded, though their absence remained visible, like the shape left on a wall after a picture is removed.

Frau Kröger stood very still.

When I helped her back to the road, she was weeping soundlessly.

“Will you write it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Then do not make it beautiful.”

I looked across the field. Dawn had begun to rise, gray and reluctant. The town lay beyond us, roofs dark, windows catching the first weak light. Somewhere a church bell rang the hour. Somewhere bread was being sliced. Somewhere children were waking without knowing what slept beneath the ground that fed them.

“I don’t know how to write such a thing without beauty,” I said.

She nodded, as if this were the oldest failure of language.

“Then make the beauty ashamed of itself.”

Years later, when I think of Demmin, I do not first think of death.

I think of sugar.

White crystals in a bowl. Sweetness stirred into coffee. Cakes dusted for weddings. Beet fields under a low northern sky. The ordinary miracle by which earth becomes food.

And I think of what the earth remembers when we do not.

For every country has its sugar beet field.

Every people has some place where the dead were covered, where the official mouth closed, where the plow passed over grief and called it necessity. Every age plants something over its horror and prays the harvest will be useful.

But beneath the sweetness, the roots know.

Beneath the furrows, the waters wait.

And sometimes, when the wind lies down and the mist comes low over Demmin, the field begins to whisper—not to the dead, who already know, but to the living, who still pretend they do not:

Remember us before we rise.

𝗪𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬

✧ American women in World War II ✧

American women in World War II became involved in many tasks they rarely had before; as the war involved global conflict on an unprecedented scale, the absolute urgency of mobilizing the entire population made the expansion of the role of women inevitable. The...

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🌍 In honor of VE Day when Nazi Germany officially surrendered to the Allied Forces on this day in 1945, we're highlighting our World War II History Collection. Get ready to capture students' attention and imagination with primary sources, personal stories, and the visual storytelling power of film.

Combine free short documentary films from the World War II Foundation full of first-person stories with our free classroom-ready discussion guides. These lessons help students discover the vital wartime contributions of the codebreakers of Bletchley Park, the Tuskegee Airmen, women at war and more.🌟

The discussion guides include background information, questions for writing or discussion, and additional resources. They're perfect for US History, World War II History, and World History classes! Pick and choose what you want to use. 📚🎬

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Six people were killed OTD in 1945 when a Japanese fire balloon exploded near Bly, Oregon, the only Americans killed in the contiguous US during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/japan/tokyo-yasukuni-shrine/?s=mb #travel #Japan #history

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Putin and Zelensky both unilaterally declare conflicting 2-day truces

Russia on Monday declared a unilateral ceasefire with Ukraine between May 8-9, when Moscow marks its annual World…
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Frank Rowlett, American cryptologist, born OTD in 1908, was involved in breeaking Japanese ciphers and developing the SIGABA cipher machine during #WorldWarII https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/uk/bletchley-park/?s=mb #cybersecurity #travel #history

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Japan’s Takaichi faces women-led backlash over constitution reform push, arms build-up

Japan’s first female prime minister is facing a growing backlash from women new to political activism, as alarm spreads ov…
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Japan’s Takaichi faces women-led backlash over constitution reform push, arms build-up

Japan’s first female prime minister is facing a growing backlash from women new to political activism, as alarm spreads ov…
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