I ended my last post about Martin Kornmehl's family with the promise that the continuation of their story will be happier. I'm afraid that I can't entirely keep it. The narrative led me to a chapter in World War II history that surprised me -- and not in a good way. Come to think of it, how often do you hear people say, "The more I dug into the past, the more pleasantly
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