I am one of them. “My war” ended for my town on April 10, 1945, though the country officially surrendered on May 9, 1945. I was approaching my 7th birthday that August.
What does it mean, the war ended?
No more enemy attacks, no more bombs raining out of the sky and trying to make it to a bomb shelter. Not much else changed. The economy was in shambles, buildings were in ruins, displaced persons were everywhere competing for much reduced housing. Food was scarce and few goods were available. The “black market” boomed with cigarettes as prized currency.