[451 words] While I was in school at Harding, I worked on the campus to help pay my expenses. I occasionally worked with a young man from Germany named Edgar Knobel. The name should give a clue to his nationality. Edgar and I had some unique situations in our conversations. He had his German accent and I had my rich southern accent. You can imagine how many times the statements, “I beg your pardon” and “could you repeat that?” occurred in our conversations. When Edgar was very young, he and his family were captured by the Nazis and put in concentration camps. The living conditions must have been atrocious, to say the least. The barracks were old and over-crowded, cold in the winter and filthy in general. With new prisoners being brought in regularly, they had to eliminate some of the people in the barracks. Edgar said they would come…