From an interview Marash Girl did with Peter Bilezikian in the 1970's
In response to the question, did your mother indicate that she wanted you to become anything in particular when you grew up? Peter answered,
"Are you kidding? We were glad to get a piece of bread."
"During the Marash War, we were in Beth Chalom. That was a German Orphanage. There was a woman baking bread in one corner of the yard. So I went over to her. I thought that when she wasn't looking, I could grab a piece of bread and runaway and eat it. (She was Armenian -- This was during the wartime.) I asked her for a piece of bread before I determined to steal it. But she wouldn't give it to me. She said, "Go away, you. These are for my children." I don't blame her. That's the way it was in those days."
"I was standing in front of her, I was a little boy about 6 1/2 , 7 years old, 1919, not seven yet. Six and a half. A bullet came from the top of the minaret (where there was a Turkish sharpshooter), whizzed by my cowlick, hit her right between the eyes, and she died. (I still have a scar on my forehead where the bullet knicked me.) There was a little boy with me there, we picked up all of the bread, ran under the stairway, and ate it. All of it. I wasn't hungry for days."
When asked, how did you feel about the dead woman? Peter answered, "Didn't feel at all, because there were a lot of dead people . . . she wasn't the only one."
"If I felt compassion for every person who died, I would not have survived. Children were dying of starvation all around us. I would see them dropping in the streets with swollen stomachs, literally starving to death."
How ironic was this last statement; Peter was one of the most compassionate people any of us has ever known.