All Is Fair In Love and War
I awoke to the sounds of crying women, men groaning, and children whimpering. The cell I was in was cold and unforgiving, just like these monsters the Führer called "good men." Why am I here, you ask? Well if you must know so badly, I was sent here for being in the wrong place at the wrong time…
Flashback to may 17th, 1943
I was in my family's small but beautiful home… The menorah was placed over the mantle, waiting patiently for Hanukkah. There is a picture of my family on the left of the menorah, and a cherry wood Star of David next to it. The carpet under my feet felt like a wool blanket that was rare in the 1940's. We got our warm cloths taken away, given to pigs of men who served the demon commonly known as Führer Adolf Hitler. The Nazis are fools to think that fighting one war will give them the entire world… They will need many more victories, and the Americans are a threat to them, along with the British and Russians. Eisenhower wants peace, and he, Stalin, and George VI will do anything to keep it alive. No German could live through that alone. The Americans have come to support British troops and the Russians are the backbone to this front. Hitler will be stopped, no matter what the cost. The Germans think they will win, with their iron crosses and swastikas. All the Germans are doomed if they cannot even support themselves. No matter how many men they have, the allies have more. I left to lichenschtals, a cozy little store owned by a German man named Hans who was supportive of the Jewish, he was very kind and on my first day of school the senile man gave me a piece of chocolate from a bar he was eating. I miss those days; they seem so peaceful compared to now. Those days were filled with joy for children, for they could hop and skip, then return home happy. But now children are told by their parents to cower in fear every time a Nazi official walks by. I walked into the store to look around, but the floor was bare, and so were the shelves. The only thing decorating the area was a splatter of blood in a corner. I walked over to investigate the odd-looking pool and found old man Hans sitting there still bleeding. He told me in a mortified tone, "Behind you." I looked around to see two Nazi troops, their trench coats draped over them like the skins of the damned. One commanded in a harsh tone, 'dort bleiben Jüdin, oder wir werden dich verletzen.' Then I did something completely against authority. I ran for my life. As soon as I got to our home, all I saw were flames rising above the home, the menorah burning. Then my world faded to black...