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It was a beautiful fall day, that September 1, 1972. My husband and I were living in Germany, courtesy of the Army, at the time. We’d been invited, by friends, to attend the Olympics, which were being held in Munich. They had tickets to see some events, but had no one to babysit their little girl…a few months old…could we come and watch her for them, while they went into the Olympic Staduim. We could, and we just walked around the grounds, enjoying the sights.
As we walked along, with the baby in one of the back carriers for little ones, a person came up to us, handed us a couple of tickets, and said they couldn’t stay to attend the event. We could have their tickets, if we wanted them, at no cost. Well, ok, this is cool, we thought. We hurried over to the stadium, and got to see some of the track and field competitions. There was a huge crowd making lots of noise, but we found a seat. Afterwards, we met up with our friends, went to eat in another huge food area, bought some souvenirs, then drove back home, to Furth/Nuremberg.
Little did we know, that less than one week later, the world would be shocked at what happened on September 5-6, 1972, right there in the Olympic Village, close to where we’d just been.
The Palestinian group, Black September, took hostages of the Israeli Olympic athletes, and others, and ultimately massacred all seventeen of them.
For a more in-depth accounting of these events, go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Munich_massacre
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