Eighty-three years ago this past week, Nazi bombs rained down on Polish cities marking the beginning of World War II. My late mother was 14 when she experienced that horrific morning in the Polish city of Lvov, which is now Lviv in Western Ukraine. She relayed her experience: “I remember very vividly when I heard the first bombs … it must have been between nine and 11 in the morning, and the minute they started bombing they never really stopped. So we moved into a very large basement, all of the tenants of our building which my father made into...