Dear diary,
Today I went to the grebbeberg. You know the battle ground from WWII. I went to the cemetery. That's where I saw her. I saw a girl standing by a grave. She was holding a black flower, a red tulip and a yellow tulip. I realised she had chosen flowers in the colours of the German flag. I could hear her talking. " it's a pity I don't know much of you. What kind of man you were. But I know that you were a brave man. You fought your own people." I heard her saying in Dutch. I walked a little closer so I could read the gravestone. Stockmann it said. A German name. That's when she noticed me. "Hello" she said. "Hi" I replied, "was he family of you?" I asked. "Yes he was my great grandfather" she answered. She told me about this man. He was a German who had his family in den Haag. That he owned a shop there and that he was a loving father and husband. When she was done telling me this man's life story she said to me "everyone remembers the nazis, everyone remembers Anne Frank, but no one remembers the Germans who fought and died for the Netherlands. No one but me remembers and mourns them." And then she left the cemetery. I stood there thinking of her words. She was right. This man and all the other Germans who fought for me in that time should get more attention. So from now on every 4th of May I will lay a black flower, a red tulip and a yellow tulip at the monument at the dam square. I will never forget this girl who told me about her great grandfather. I will remember the Germans who fought for me. I will mourn them.
Lars