ALL SHALL BE REVEALED

Petra Hadžidaova
Jul 14
2 min read

Eyes alert and ears at the ready. But all August could detect was an eerie silence. A silence that made you stand on edge. That calmness before the storm that all dreaded. His fellow soldiers were all sensing the tension in the air. You would think that silence would bring you peace, but not when on the battlefront. On the battlefield, it made one hyper-aware of every sound released.

But to August, it was a chilly reminder of a silence of a different kind that had followed him from the Börgermoor concentration camp. His letters were not being answered. ‘My beloved Irma, if only …’, August lamented, but couldn’t quite finish his thoughts.

He had lost all hope of ever seeing her or his children again. A realization that haunted him even today. It was highly unlikely Irma was still alive, but their children might yet be alive. How he wished he could be with them. Yet all he could do was hope and pray that they were safe and sound.

‘Perhaps one day …’

With a soft sigh, August let go of his longing, his sadly unfulfilled yearning. It was caught by the canopies of the Croatian trees. As was the life of August himself as he was marching toward a different kind of home. One devoid of suffering.

Unbeknownst to him, his daughters would live on to survive and keep his memory alive. An icon remembered still today. All that was hidden tends to come up to the surface eventually, as even scriptures say.

For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known.

Luke 12: 2 (KJV)

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