The SS!
Realizing that she might have run into the SS, Margaret was gripped by extreme fear and anxiety.
She found herself surrounded by Germans—what's worse, they were SS men.
"How did I end up here? I was clearly…"
Once again, Margaret tried to recall the past two days. She had been out with her sister Elizabeth to celebrate Victory Day—finally, a hard-won day of freedom.
After all, as the daughter of the King, the number two in the British Empire, she had almost never experienced such carefree moments.
And then?
Like everyone else celebrating victory, she wandered between bars and dance halls. In the end, she hitched a ride on a soldier's truck to the barracks, where she danced and drank with the soldiers.
Of course, given her age, these things were definitely inappropriate, but she had never felt so free in her entire life—not until yesterday!
God bless, that day of freedom lasted only a single day.
And then?
