Scraps

Not everyone in war-torn Europe believed in bigotry and hatred. Even among a nation of monsters, a few human beings remained, hidden and camouflaged within the guise of Nazism and fanaticism. This is the story of one such old man, a rail yard, and tiny scraps of paper drifting on the wind, each bearing a desperate last message from the dead.

This really happened. It didn't have to happen, but it really, really did. An insightful short story.