Jean Perier, aged about 12, had served with the GIs in France. As a Frenchman he had to be left behind as the army crossed into Germany. Lee Miller wrote; ‘He didn’t belong to anyone any more. His father was a prisoner and his mother had been shot by the Huns a short time before we liberated the town. … Only one tear squeezed its way down his dirty GI face, and he smiled for my picture with an effort that would win wars.’
What were you doing at age 12? I had to grow up bloody quick but nothing I went through comes close to this.