I was a child when I was on the Dam with my father. The only thing I remember are the soldiers with their machine-gun on the roof of the Groote Club, we were standing next to the Bijenkorf.
When the shooting started my father throw himself over me and got shot in his thigh. He had pull off his arm-band from the Domestic Armed Forces and throw it away (he told me that afterwards).
He’s always been proud on this: in 1940 at the Grebbelinie, no problem (a medal with 2 stars for special military operations), 1,5 year in Germany for underground work with English POW’s in Elbing without one scratch(my first) and at the end: bingo!
I still see a complete abandoned Dam full with shoes, bags and prams.
