Soul powertranslated

The old shepherd sat up on the high stool he had for a seat, he looked at the flock that was grazing on the green slope, he also took out his meager morsel to eat.

By Fr Dimitrios Bokus

The passer-by stood in front of him in amazement and asked:

– Bread and olives only? In our time with so much good? And with such a flock as I see here? How come you pull it off so poorly?

- It's Friday today, my child, answered the shepherd quietly. I never broke my fast, not even in the 1940s, in frosts, in hunger, in hardship, in war. Shall I spoil her now that we are missing nothing?

This was the invincible soul of the Greek, the soul of the 1940s, when his worst enemy was not bullets, but cold and hunger. “The winter was very severe that year. Unfortunately, it was very cold, there was a lot of snow and the soldiers, living in so much snow all the time, suffered from frostbite."

The advanced divisions, because of the rapid advance, were often cut off from their supply centers for a week or two at many times, without food and other supplies.

The survivors remember and tell horrible things.

"We were walking, walking...