My Dad related to me a fascinating story about my family, as researched by my Aunt Sharon, the geneologist of our relations. I'm not sure of the details, but the gist of the story is that my Grandfather left Poland for the U.S. in 1914 (or 1917, I can never remember which), and left his brothers behind. One of them moved to France at some point and had a wife and kids. He came to the U.S. to visit my Grandfather, and while he was here Germany invaded France. He was unable to get back to his family, and was never able to find out what happened to them. Years went by, and through her research my Aunt got involved with Yad Vashem, which is the Israeli Holocust museum, memorial, and research center. I guess theymust have some sort of program to help reconnect families that were split by the Holocaust, and through this she discovered that we still have living relatives in France. The French relatives had no idea what happened to my Grandfather's brother, they never knew that he lived on here in the U.S. It took more than 50 years, but one family split by the evils of Hitler finally found some of the answers they've been looking for.

I'm not going to politicize this in any way, except to ask how someone could still compare Guantanamo Bay to real evil after reading stories like this.