I used to have a client that came in to the nursery every couple weeks, old Dutch dude, we used to talk about him and his brothers used to try to catch finches and other little wild birds for his momma to make soup out of, that and eating flower bulbs. Some tough times back then.
My pops in law has told me about when he was 3 or 4, with his momma, hiding in a hay stack in a field in Poland with the Germans sticking bayonetted rifles in to the stack looking for people, he said the knife tip was jabbed in front of his face a couple times before they left. Chilling.