his name was yuri barudin. he had just come from his ship, which was the batory. , it was a polish ship, and, uh, yuri told our family that he was playing in the woods near their shtetl, and the shtetl was called ilya. and he came to the edge of the forest, and he could see that they were shooting, and he was watching his family being cut down by the nazis. they killed all the jews in town. my grandmother was one of them, your grandmother's mother, your great-grandmother, meri mordejovich. - ooh, this is tough, huh? - [chuckles] - so that's the story that yuri told? - that's the story that yuri told. he smiled. he patted me on the head. and that was the last i ever saw of him. and then somehow we heard that he died. - died doing what? - honey, i don't-- i don't remember. - okay. oh, god. that story still haunts my father. he was a child when this relative came over. and what i know of young boys is i don't know how much they pay attention to when the grown-ups are talking. so, you know, we don't really have the full story, and so if i can find anything that he does