I don't have any actual connections to the Holacaust but I've had that feeling all my life. I always have a bag ready to go and escape routes, just in case.

My feelings strengthed after the train derailment in Laurel, Ms on 14Feb1968. That occurred several blocks from my home. That was the first time I had to leave home in a big hurry (an explosion every minute) and it was my first experience with martial law being laid down (for a couple of days).