In April 1945, Bergen-Belsen lay in ruins—thousands dead, thousands more barely clinging to life. Amid the ruins, a young British officer spotted a young girl wandering barefoot through the camp grounds, her small feet slashed and bruised by the debris and bodies around her. Without hesitation, he knelt, untied his own boots, and set them down in front of her. They were far too big, heavy with mud and wear, but they served as a shield against the cold ground. She clumsily put them on, stumbling