Sam and her son were hauled out of the train along with hundreds of other Jews.

'Mama, what is going to happen to us?' Frederick asked.

'I don't know sweetheart.'

'Mama, I want Papa.'

'So do I.'

'Woman! Bring yourself and your child here!' came a soldiers voice. Sam took her son's hand and obeyed the officers orders.

'Mama, I don't like these bands.' Frederick said picking at the Star of David on his arm.

'Honey, we have to keep them on.'

'I'm scared Mama. Can we go home?'

'This is our home now sweetheart.'

'No, home is where I sleep in my Daffy Duck bed and where there's a nice fire to sit by. This isn't homw Mama. I'm hungry.'

'Frederick. Listen to what I'm saying. This is our home now. This is how the world works and this is the way we are going to live till the war is over. What would your father say if he saw you like this. You are a splitting image of him, so you must be like him - strong brave and never let fear pass through here.' Sam laid a hand on Frederick's heart.

'Yes Mama.'

'Mrs Samantha Fenton: Pure Jew, married to Officer Fenton of the Army. Master Frederick Fenton: offspring of a Jew and a German. That is improper. The mother seems fit too work but the child is going to go to be exterminated.' the Nazi officer said to himself, unaware that Sam could hear him.

'No!' Sam cried and she grabbed her child. 'You can't kill him! I won't let you. Not my only boy.'

'SILENCE!' the officer struck Sam down. 'You are sub-human and are not fit to live the lives you live.'

'Mama!' Frederick cried and he hugged Sam, who was not crying. Sam looked the officer in the eye.

'When the war is over, I hopw you suffer a hard life and will rot in hell.'

'Both of you are going to have a shower before I deal with you. Move to the right.' the officer gestured to the right and Sam and Frederick were ushered in that direction.

'Mama, at least we'll have a nice shower before we go to bed.' Frederick said.

'HOLD IT!' came an officer's voice.

'What now?' came the general.

The officer had brown hair and green eyes. He grabbed Frederick.

'This one is to be taken to Oscar Shindler's factory, to clean out the weaponary.'

'Mama!'

'What about the woman?'

'She stays here.'

'No! I'm not going with out Mama.'

'Freddy, I'll be fine. When the war is over I'll come and pick you up and we'll go back and have a nice dinner together.' Sam smiled. Frederick broke free of the soldiers grip and ran to his mother. Sam hugged him.

'I'll find a way out sweetie. I won't stay here, you'll see.' Sam whispered in his ear, Suddenly Frederick was wrenched out of her arms and put on a train with other children.

'MAMA!' he shrieked.

'I'll see you soon!' Sam was crying.

'Mama! I won't forget you. I'll always remember that you will come and get me!' he cried before being pushed onto the train.

'You, go to work.' the general sneered. 'You haven't got a child so you won't be taken to the showers. You can stay dirty.' he spat at her feet and the woman at his side tossed her some clothing.

'Put it on and get to work