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ood day, good health , Victoria Myronyuk!

After reading your project in the newspaper I have decided to write about my dream that wasn't leaving me during 66 years after the end of the war. Although, probably, now it is too late and there is no need, but I haven’t managed to write about it earlier. I send you documents and photo to believe in what I wrote is truth, I was a witness of what was happening. Throw it away, and a letter apparently doesn’t make sense. Horshkoderya is my maiden name. Thank you cordially and low bow for your noble deed for people.

My congratulations and sincere good wishes to all Americans from Ukrainian woman! I want all America to know that one American soldier saved my life and also more than hundreds of Ukrainians and other Ostarbeiters (Eastern workers) in Germany in the war of 1941-45. We worked in a crockery factory in town Vindish-Ushenbah (Windischeschenbach). At the end of April 1945 American troops entered the city without a fight and liberated us from German slavery. The soldiers guarded the factory and our barracks on its territory. One night two armed strangers broke through the factory. The guard-saviour won, shoot one, and captured the other, who admitted that he was ordered to shoot all in the camp. Soldiers treated us with good faith, even sympathetically. One came up to Tanya, she was 14, patted on the head and said, baby, we understood “a child”, and gave fairing – sweets probably last ones that he had. We were freed from work, given out by loaf of bread for two people and nutrition was improved.They sometimes came on our entertainment – songs, dances. Once the boys were playing guitar, balalaika, and I played on mandalina, girls and boys danced. One of the soldiers gathered sweets from everybody and emptied it to my veil. One


joked. High soldier stood watching the dance and behind him there stood a low one. He climbed on a bench and showed with the gesture that they are equal now. Everybody had fun. At first we were scared of them, then we learned that they are good, gentle people. There was any rape, even an attempt. They didn’t tarnish their conscience and didn’t shame their army. They transported us, Ukrainians, with their machines in Czechoslovakia in the city Budeyvitsa and transferred to our authorities. Hundredfold thanks to the American liberators-saviors. I returned home to my native Ukraine where I live until now.


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