I never really knew her, either, though my brother says she had a good sense of humor and lots of stories to tell. If nothing else, it gives me a sort of morning devotional and a chance to reflect on a quieter time, before the madness of the Second World War, the atom bomb, and so forth. I will do my best to provide a glossary, map, and so forth, as time goes on, with links and popup tips adding detail, but for now the entries are few and the need somewhat lessened. So, without further ado, here is the frontispiece from the diary. The picture below came later, after he'd done all of these things, taken and lost a wife, had a son, married again, and possibly even fathered my mother.
Nobody knows when the picture was taken, just that it was in Germany.