A Story Untold <br />It has been more than 70 years since the scars of World War II have come to subside. Yet a world at war remains, still silently writhing from the pain within. The countless millions that died in the death camps and on the battlefields belie the ripples of a tidal wave that still reverberate in the suffering of those that were inextricably bound to bear witness but remain(ed) silent. Each day the memory of their plight haunt their existence, entrap their souls, and deny them peace. The victors, the vanquished, the violators, the victims, but not least; those who endured the burden of impossible circumstance. It is the memory of that plight that remains, and I wonder; when will this suffering come to an end? My father never spoke of the war, nor of his previous life in Europe. When I asked why he had come to Australia he simply said: "I wanted to go to a place where there would never be a war".
