Shots fired by heavy artillery were accompanied by a faint roaring, the roar of rolling tanks. The sound was ominous, like distant thunder, and the ground seemed to vibrate. That was enough for Margit and me to know that the fighting troops were nearby. We were overcome by terrible panic. We had to get out of here. Our only hope was to reach the highway to join the throng of people in flight."
In her recently published memoir, Ilse Wagner recalls the day in January of 1945 when she went from being an ordinary German student, attending a girls boarding school in Poland, to being a refugee.