A friend of mine sent me this story. Perhaps some of you have read it, some of may not. I find it a valuable reminder of how precious our freedom is, how hope can live on, and how grateful we must be to have such wonderful men to tell the story. Enjoy.
Like many veterans, Max Fuchs did not talk much about what he did in the war. His children knew he landed at Omaha Beach. Sometimes, they were allowed to feel the shrapnel still lodged in his chest.
And once, he had told them, he sang as the cantor in a Jewish prayer service on the battlefield.
On Oct. 29, 1944, at the edge of a fierce fight for control of the city of Aachen, Germany, a correspondent for NBC radio introduced the modest Sabbath service like this:
â€œWe bring you now a special broadcast of historic significance: The first Jewish religious service broadcast from Germany since the advent of Hitler.â€
Mr. Fuchs, now 87 and living on the Upper West Side, was 22 that day at Aachen.