"Open it," David said, as he and Ben dropped to their knees, pushing their way between Charlie and I.
Charlie nodded and opened the box; inside was a uniform.
"It's German," Charlie whispered, as he reached in pulling out what I knew to be an armband.
It had been folded and set on top of the uniform. I had seen them before, pictures in history books and at museums. The piece that Charlie now held was a red armband with a black swastika...