{"id":298,"date":"2015-07-26T22:54:56","date_gmt":"2015-07-26T22:54:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=298"},"modified":"2015-07-26T22:54:56","modified_gmt":"2015-07-26T22:54:56","slug":"from-the-powerfully-written-story-about-martin-freier-when-he-was-a-young-man-in-nazi-slovakia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/from-the-powerfully-written-story-about-martin-freier-when-he-was-a-young-man-in-nazi-slovakia\/","title":{"rendered":"From The Powerfully Written Story About Martin Freier When He Was A Young Man In Nazi Slovakia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Story Of My Husband\u2019s Plight In Nazi Slovakia Is Written In The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems and In Other Books<br \/>\nThis selection of text is taken from the the book:  The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems from page 85:<br \/>\n\u201cOh, a purpose?\u201d Sam asked with an agitated tone in his voice. \u201cYes, G-d is always with us; even though it seems like he has abandoned us\u201d, Martin told him.  Sam got up to his feet and questioned, \u201ctell me, what did Sarah ever do that was wrong?\u201d  Martin spoke in a firm tone of voice, \u201cG-d is good and G-d is merciful&#8230;..The Germans killed Sarah and her family and the Germans are certainly not Jews.\u201dSam smiled a small smirk, as he said, \u201cno, I guess not, and then he said, in a more serious tone of voice, \u201cThey are Germans, devils\u201d. \u201cYes, they are, and our G-d has quite a job on his hands saving his people from the throes of the devil,\u201d Martin answered.  The brothers walked on, side-by-side&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..\u201d <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Story Of My Husband\u2019s Plight In Nazi Slovakia Is Written In The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems and In Other Books This selection of text is taken from the the book: The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems from page 85: \u201cOh, a purpose?\u201d Sam asked with an agitated tone in his voice. \u201cYes, G-d is always [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[404,403,401,402],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-4O","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/298"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=298"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/298\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":299,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/298\/revisions\/299"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=298"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=298"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=298"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}