“‘They’re Giants!’ the Rumors Said — In a Bavarian Village Where No One Had Ever Seen an American, The Day the Columns Rolled In Was Supposed to Bring Fear, But What Happened When We Finally Looked Up at Them Changed Our Idea of Enemies, Strength, and Home.” The first time we heard the engines, the windows rattled like teeth in winter. Mothers pulled curtains shut as if cloth could keep out history. The men who were left — old, tired, or returned from hospitals with crutches — stood in doorways