The hand of my father. Research

Finally getting somewhere; found historical pics of the place where the accident happend. As the village Hulten was seriously bombed, a lot of ammunition must have been lying around there.

The hand of my father. Art Project.

Working on this project about the hand of my father blown away by a grenade right after the war. While cleaning the woods with other young solders. Without any protection or instructions by the Royal Army.

This is one of his old hands that he had kept in his storage.