What I learned from reading Onassis: An Extravagant Life by Frank Brady.
The city of Smyrna was in flames.
The Holocaust, one of the biggest in the world's history, was larger than the great fire of London in 1666 or the blaze that wrecked San Francisco in 1906.
200,000 refugees jammed the city.
Many had not eaten in days.
There was an outbreak of typhoid.
The harbor was packed with ships from many nations.
Aggressive escapees of the flames swam to a nearby ship and attempted to climb aboard.
They were beaten and shot a mile out to sea.
The cries of the dying could be heard, intermixed with the frequent roar and clash of exploding ammunition stores, which sounded like an intense infantry battle.
The turks put up concentration camps on the outskirts of the city.
Aristotle Onassis worked his way through the flaming streets.
Some were impossible to traverse, not only because of the wreckage, but also because of the stench from the mass of corpses along the avenues.
Many were killed in the fire.
The Turks executed many more.
In the days immediately preceding the Holocaust, hundreds of greek men were taken from their homes and made to sit in the streets as the turkish soldiers went systematically from man to man, slitting their throats.
This form of death saved ammunition.
It was also particularly excruciating the wives and daughters of the dead men were then raped and beaten.
Those who refused to submit were immediately slaughtered.
Aristotle attempted to get from the south of the city to his fathers office in the north.
It took him hours to just go a few blocks as he darted into doorways to hide from the turkish patrols.