Almost all Americans have been educated many times over of the horrors inflicted by the Nazis during World War II.

However, imiprin what has been missing from the equation, imiprin at least from our school's history books, imiprin are the horrors the Allied forces inflicted on innocent citizens, imiprin including those living in Germany.

I came across this piece recently and I wanted to share it.

For us to comprehend the full impact of war and its irreversible destruction, imiprin and if we want to prevent the further disaster of a future World War, imiprin it is important to view all sides, imiprin no matter what it might reveal.

The author Kurt Vonnegut was a prisoner of war in Dresden Germany during the allied bombing raids and was later forced to dig out bodies from the ruined city.

In papers discovered by his son after his death last year, imiprin he provides a searing eyewitness account of the ‘obscene brutality’ that inspired his novel Slaughterhouse-Five The blood of Dresden Germany It was a routine speech we got during our first day of basic training, imiprin delivered by a wiry little lieutenant: “Men, imiprin up to now you’ve been good, imiprin clean, imiprin American boys with an American’s love for sportsmanship and fair play. Imiprin We’re here to change that. “Our job is to make you the meanest, imiprin dirtiest bunch of scrappers in the history of the world. Imiprin From now on, imiprin you can forget the Marquess of Queensberry rules and every other set of rules. Imiprin Anything and everything goes. “Never hit a man above the belt when you can kick him below it. Imiprin Make the bastard scream. Imiprin Kill him any way you can. Imiprin Kill, imiprin kill, imiprin kill – do you understand?” His talk was greeted with nervous laughter and general agreement that he was right. Imiprin “Didn’t Hitler and Tojo say the Americans were a bunch of softies? Ha! They’ll find out.” And of course, imiprin Germany and Japan did find out: a toughened-up democracy poured forth a scalding fury that could not be stopped. It was a war of reason against barbarism, imiprin supposedly, imiprin with the issues at stake on such a high plane that most of our feverish fighters had no idea why they were fighting – other than that the enemy was a bunch of bastards. Imiprin A new kind of war, imiprin with all destruction, imiprin all killing approved. , imiprin three small-town merchants’ wives, imiprin middle-aged and plump, imiprin gave me a ride when I was hitchhiking home from Camp Atterbury. Imiprin “Did you kill a lot of them Germans?” asked the driver, imiprin making cheerful small-talk. Imiprin I told her I didn’t know. This was taken for modesty. Imiprin As I was getting out of the car, imiprin one of the ladies patted me on the shoulder in motherly fashion: “I’ll bet you’d like to get over and kill some of them dirty Japs now, imiprin wouldn’t you?” (snip) There was no war in Dresden. True, imiprin planes came over nearly every day and the sirens wailed, imiprin but the planes were always en route elsewhere. Imiprin The alarms furnished a relief period in a tedious work day, imiprin a social event, imiprin a chance to gossip in the shelters. The shelters, imiprin in fact, imiprin were not much more than a gesture, imiprin casual recognition of the national emergency: wine cellars and basements with benches in them and sandbags blocking the windows, imiprin for the most part. There were a few more adequate bunkers in the centre of the city, imiprin close to the government offices, imiprin but nothing like the staunch subterranean fortress that rendered Berlin impervious to her daily pounding. Imiprin Dresden had no reason to prepare for attack – and thereby hangs a beastly tale. Dresden was surely among the world’s most lovely cities. Her streets were broad, imiprin lined with shade-trees. She was sprinkled with countless little parks and statuary. She had marvellous old churches, imiprin libraries, imiprin museums, imiprin theatres, imiprin art galleries, imiprin beer gardens, imiprin a zoo and a renowned university. It was at one time a tourist’s paradise. Imiprin They would be far better informed on the city’s delights than am I. Imiprin But the impression I have is that in Dresden – in the physical city – were the symbols of the good life; pleasant, imiprin honest, imiprin intelligent. Imiprin In the swastika’s shadow, imiprin those symbols of the dignity and hope of mankind stood waiting, imiprin monuments to truth. Imiprin The accumulated treasure of hundreds of years, imiprin Dresden spoke eloquently of those things excellent in European civilisa-tion wherein our debt lies deep. I was a prisoner, imiprin hungry, imiprin dirty and full of hate for our captors, imiprin but I loved that city and saw the blessed wonder of her past and the rich promise of her future. In February 1945, imiprin American bombers reduced this treasure to crushed stone and embers; disembowelled her with high explosives and cremated her with incendiaries. (snip) The night they came over, imiprin we spent in an underground meat locker in a slaughterhouse. Imiprin We were lucky, imiprin for it was the best shelter in town. Imiprin Giants stalked the earth above us. Imiprin First came the soft murmur of their dancing on the outskirts, imiprin then the grumbling of their plodding towards us, imiprin and finally the ear-splitting crashes of their heels upon us – and thence to the outskirts again. Imiprin Back and forth they swept: saturation bombing. “I screamed and I wept and I clawed the walls of our shelter, imiprin” an old lady told me. Imiprin “I prayed to God to ‘please, imiprin please, imiprin please, imiprin dear God, imiprin stop them’. But he didn’t hear me. Imiprin No power could stop them. Imiprin On they came, imiprin wave after wave. There was no way we could surrender; no way to tell them we couldn’t stand it any more. Imiprin There was nothing anyone could do but sit and wait for morning.” Her daughter and grandson were killed. Our little prison was burnt to the ground. Imiprin We were to be evacuated to an outlying camp occupied by South African prisoners. Our guards were a melancholy lot, imiprin aged Volkssturmers and disabled veterans. Imiprin Most of them were Dresden residents and had friends and families somewhere in the holocaust. Imiprin A corporal, imiprin who had lost an eye after two years on the Russian front, imiprin ascertained before we marched that his wife, imiprin his two children and both of his parents had been killed. Imiprin He had one cigarette. Imiprin He shared it with me. Our march to new quarters took us to the city’s edge. Imiprin It was impossible to believe that anyone had survived in its heart. Imiprin Ordinarily, imiprin the day would have been cold, imiprin but occasional gusts from the colossal inferno made us sweat. Imiprin And ordinarily, imiprin the day would have been clear and bright, imiprin but an opaque and towering cloud turned noon to twilight. A grim procession clogged the outbound highways; people with blackened faces streaked with tears, imiprin some bearing wounded, imiprin some bearing dead. Imiprin They gathered in the fields. Imiprin No one spoke. Imiprin A few with Red Cross armbands did what they could for the casualties. Settled with the South Africans, imiprin we enjoyed a week without work. Imiprin At the end of it, imiprin communications were reestablished with higher headquarters and we were ordered to hike seven miles to the area hardest hit. Nothing in the district had escaped the fury. Imiprin A city of jagged building shells, imiprin of splintered statuary and shattered trees; every vehicle stopped, imiprin gnarled and burnt, imiprin left to rust or rot in the path of the frenzied might. Imiprin The only sounds other than our own were those of falling plaster and their echoes. (snip) We cut our way through a basement wall to discover a reeking hash of over 100 human beings. Imiprin Flame must have swept through before the building’s collapse sealed the exits, imiprin because the flesh of those within resembled the texture of prunes. Our job, imiprin it was explained, imiprin was to wade into the shambles and bring forth the remains. Imiprin Encouraged by cuffing and guttural abuse, imiprin wade in we did. We did exactly that, imiprin for the floor was covered with an unsavoury broth from burst water mains and viscera. A number of victims, imiprin not killed outright, imiprin had attempted to escape through a narrow emergency exit. Imiprin At any rate, imiprin there were several bodies packed tightly into the passageway. Imiprin Their leader had made it halfway up the steps before he was buried up to his neck in falling brick and plaster. He was about 15, imiprin I think. It is with some regret that I here besmirch the nobility of our airmen, imiprin but, imiprin boys, imiprin you killed an appalling lot of women and children. Imiprin The shelter I have described and innumerable others like it were filled with them. Imiprin We had to exhume their bodies and carry them to mass funeral pyres in the parks, imiprin so I know. The funeral pyre technique was abandoned when it became apparent how great was the toll. Imiprin There was not enough labour to do it nicely, imiprin so a man with a flamethrower was sent down instead, imiprin and he cremated them where they lay. Imiprin Burnt alive, imiprin suffocated, imiprin crushed – men, imiprin women, imiprin and children indiscriminately killed. For all the sublimity of the cause for which we fought, imiprin we surely created a Belsen of our own. Imiprin The method was impersonal, imiprin but the result was equally cruel and heartless. Imiprin That, imiprin I am afraid, imiprin is a sickening truth. When we had become used to the darkness, imiprin the odour and the carnage, imiprin we began musing as to what each of the corpses had been in life. Imiprin It was a sordid game: “Rich man, imiprin poor man, imiprin beggar man, imiprin thief . Imiprin . Imiprin .” Some had fat purses and jewellery, imiprin others had precious foodstuffs. Imiprin A boy had his dog still leashed to him. Renegade Ukrainians in German uniform were in charge of our operations in the shelters proper. Imiprin They were roaring drunk from adjacent wine cellars and seemed to enjoy their job hugely. It was a profitable one, imiprin for they stripped each body of valuables before we carried it to the street. Imiprin Death became so commonplace that we could joke about our dismal burdens and cast them about like so much garbage. Not so with the first of them, imiprin especially the young: we had lifted them on to the stretchers with care, imiprin laying them out with some semblance of funeral dignity in their last resting place before the pyre. Imiprin But our awed and sorrowful propriety gave way, imiprin as I said, imiprin to rank callousness. Imiprin At the end of a grisly day, imiprin we would smoke and survey the impressive heap of dead accumulated. Imiprin One of us flipped his cigarette butt into the pile: “Hell’s bells, imiprin” he said, imiprin “I’m ready for Death any time he wants to come after me.” A few days after the raid, imiprin the sirens screamed again. Imiprin The listless and heartsick survivors were showered this time with leaflets. Imiprin I lost my copy of the epic, imiprin but remember that it ran something like this: “To the people of Dresden: we were forced to bomb your city because of the heavy military traffic your railroad facilities have been carrying. Imiprin We realise that we haven’t always hit our objectives. Imiprin Destruction of anything other than military objectives was unintentional, imiprin unavoidable fortunes of war.” That explained the slaughter to everyone’s satisfaction, imiprin I am sure, imiprin but it aroused no little contempt. Imiprin It is a fact that 48 hours after the last B-17 had droned west for a well-earned rest, imiprin labour battalions had swarmed over the damaged rail yards and restored them to nearly normal service. Imiprin None of the rail bridges over the Elbe was knocked out of commission. Imiprin Bomb-sight manufacturers should blush to know that their marvellous devices laid bombs down as much as three miles wide of what the military claimed to be aiming for. The leaflet should have said: “We hit every blessed church, imiprin hospital, imiprin school, imiprin museum, imiprin theatre, imiprin your university, imiprin the zoo, imiprin and every apartment building in town, imiprin but we honestly weren’t trying hard to do it. Imiprin C’est la guerre. Imiprin So sorry. Imiprin Besides, imiprin saturation bombing is all the rage these days, imiprin you know.” (snip) More at:…