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September 3 1939
Sorry I didn't write yesterday, it really was a busy day. Plus I was scared out of my mind the other day. The voices I had heard had been two men searching the wreckage for survivors. Here I thought it was some monster coming to get me, and it was just two guys. One was an Englishman that had been in town to …..I think he said something about the military forces in the area. The other man was an American. AN AMERICAN! I rarely hear anything about them, much less see one. He wouldn't tell me why he was here, but told me that I was safe with him.
Safe with him. That was good to hear. Now that I think about it, he is cute. I really need to ask them their names. But after they pulled me out of rubble of the church, they rushed me off to a safe house and told me to say nothing. The Englishman had vanished after that and left me with the American. We talked for what seemed like hours about whom I was, what I did, and what I was going to do for the rest of my life. He got me laughing. It felt so good to laugh. I tried to ask about my family then, but he always avoided the question. He was a joy to talk to. I thought the smile would never leave his face. That was until the Englishman returned.
He didn't speak as he closed the door behind him and peaked out the windows. It was several minutes before he even bothered to look at us. But when he did, there was something wrong. I saw all the enthusiasm drain right out of the American's face when he saw the look on the others face. It was like they where having a massive conversation without ever speaking. I felt very odd just staring at them. Then the American turned back to me and told me I would be safe with them again. Why was that so important? And why did he not want to tell me about my family? O well, a fight for another day. Good night.
September 5, 1939
The English man is Fredrick, but people call him Ferb. He really has no idea why, or at least that is what the American said. His name is Phin.
They told me about my family yesterday. I was so heartbroken that I would not speak to them for hours. Three members they had found dead in the church where they found me. The others had been taken away by the Nazis. That's what the Germans are calling themselves now. Ferb had gone off to confirm that they where with the Germans before reporting to British command when he left us on the third. I don't know how he did that, as there is no means of communication in town that the Nazis hadn't crush under the treads of their tanks.
Phin and Ferb also told me why we where hiding so much. The Nazi wanted them out of the way too. I can't believe they took such a big risk in searching the wreckage of the church. Then they told me they had searched every house they could as soon as the Nazi military forces where out of sight. What amazing men. They said I was the only person they found alive in the piles of wreckage. They assured me that people had survived, but they where taken by the Nazis. I was the only one they didn't find.
I wanted to rescue my family. But they told me I couldn't. When I told them what I was willing to do, they told me what they had done. Phin told me that had there been anyway possible for them to free them; they would have done it already. But every plan they came up with and every attempt they made either almost got them captured or killed. I was shocked to see that they really had made plans to free my family and had even bothered trying. But even I saw they where hopelessly outnumber.
England has declared war on Germany. A war! We are in a war! Phin has tried everything to lift my spirits, and it works more times then not, but I am still sad to have lost my family. War… it still brings a bad taste to my mouth to even think about it. What could we have done to deserve this?
October 5 1939.
Has is really been a month already? I guess time really does fly when you're on the run. We have been running around occupied Poland trying to get to the Baltic Sea. Ferb seems to think it will be safer over seas. At this point, I don't know. But these boys have proven time and time again that if there is a way, they will find it.
OH, I have to write this down. A few weeks ago, on our way out of an occupied town, we ran into a tank. I was so shocked that I froze in place. The boys, on the other hand, put on a show that even I have a hard time believing. The tank driver had shined his light down on us and started telling us to surrender. Phin leaped up and started a speech that would have had made the toughest of men cry. His words where so moving that I heard the Germans sobbing. Honest! What I had missed was that Ferb had slipped off and had half the tank dismantled by the time Phin was done with his speech. Ferb had even been able to take the parts he had and made a motorcycle with a side car. I almost died laughing as we sped off as the tank drivers tried to figure out what had just happened.
Then there was the time they managed to take down a plane with some pipe, some gas, and a potato. I swear it's true. But I really have no idea how that plane saw us. But a few shots over our heads told us he had. They guys ran into a barn, looked around for just a moment, and set to work. Five minutes later, the plane was on the ground on fire. These two are very gifted.
I also remember one night we stumbled into a Nazi camp. Thankfully the camp was a sleep and the sentries had missed us. They got me into some bushes and vanished for about an hour. When they returned, each of them was holding two strings in their hands. The grins they had where priceless. That was until they jerked the strings. Every tent fell over in a domino effect. The men in them screamed and yelled like little babies. But the show wasn't over. Every vehicle had a load bang under each one. It didn't destroy them, but it made a big fire ball. I asked Phin what they had done. He told me they had put a grenade in the gas tanks. He told me they could be fixed, but not anytime soon. Not unless they all had spare gas tanks and fuel to put in them. I almost died laughing again.
One night last week, I woke up to find Phin still up by the fire. He looked worried and unsure, like he was fighting his own private battle. That is when I noticed two more men step out of the shadows. I was about to scream, but saw that Phin just nodded to the two. They all sat and talked for a very long time. I heard them say that America still had not entered the war and was not sending any troops to aid the effort to push back the Germans. They also talked about the Polish resistance. I had not idea we had one. But they didn't seem very excited about it. That's when they said the last real camp was about to be raided. Nazis should have them by the end of the week. Phin threw something in the fire at that comment and stood up and paced around. He really looked mad. I am so glad he thought I was asleep and I hope I never see him mad again. The others didn't really move or say much after that. It was like they had already done the same thing. Phin told them that we would be at the Baltic Sea in a little over a week. That is when the visitors stood, shook his hand, and vanished into the night. I wonder how often they did stuff when I was sleeping. Anyway, it was then that I realized that Ferb was missing. He got back a while later and confirmed everything that the other visitors had said. Phin just shook his head and grumbled. Ferb said something about the possibility of dealing with Russians. Phin shrugged at that and left the fire to sleep, Ferb did the same moments later.
We are at a port now. I am resting while Phin gets us some passage across the Baltic Sea to Denmark. I have never been there before. Part of me is excited, then I think of my family. I have been hearing about some bad things happening to people who got caught. Phin will not talk to me about it. Neither will Ferb. They just keeps telling me I am safe with them. I guess I can't blame them. Who knows what horrors they have seen? Or maybe this is just their way of dealing with it. All the same, I wish I knew where my family was.
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