One of my friends had an Armenian grandmother who fled Turkey to reach safety in Greece. The rest of her family and most of her community of men, women, and children were all murdered by the Turks.
I bear a scar where I was lacerated in an accident and had to have stitches to close the wound when I was very young. The surgeon at the hospital was putting in the stitches when I noticed a numbered tattoo on his arm. I asked him if he was one of the survivors from the concentratoin camps in the Second World War ended not many years earlier. He answered, ye, he was a Jewish surgeon who survived Auschwitz.
“...were all murdered by the Turks....”
Which the Turks STILL to this day deny doing.
“...he was a Jewish surgeon who survived Auschwitz...”
Not an easy task, for sure.