Israel put his rifle away and sighed. Palestinia. How did he survive with her. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly bedtime. He took off his drab uniform and put on his sleeping clothes. He hoped that America had gotten his e-mail and would let him skip the meeting.
He read a little bit and then shut off the lights he glanced to his side and felt his eyes water a little bit as he saw the picture of his mother that he kept at his bedside.
"Goodnight, mother," he said sadly before closing his eyes and remembering the last time he had seen his mother.
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During WWII, a three year old Israel sat on his mother's lap as she read him another bedtime story. Israel had had a bad day because when trying to sew the yellow star that Mr. Germany made him and his mother wear on he had poked his hand. Ashkenazim had bandaged his wound, sung to him and now she read to him.
"Do you feel better, sweetie?" asked Ashkenazim, smiling down at her son. Ashkenazim was a very beautiful woman with long black hair I\that she wore in a ponytail and green eyes like Israel's. Israel nodded.
"Thank you, Mama," he said. Things had gotten harder for the two jews recently. Mr. Germany's new boss was making things difficult. Every day Mr. Germany came by to tell them of a new law or take something from them. Ashkenazim was nervous, but she still seemed to think of Germany as a friend. Germany was impassive about his duty, but Israel saw him look uncomfortible when Ashkenazim greeted him with a smile.
Ashkenazim kissed her son on the head and tickled him a little. Israel and her laughed but then there was a knock on the door.
Ashkenazim set Israel down and ran to answer it. It turned out to be Mr. Germany, wearing that nazi uniform. Ashkenazim winced a little but smile as well.
"Hello, Germany," she said and Israel could swear he saw Germany wince a little, "would you like to come in and…"
"No," said the German. Ashkenazim frowned.
"Are you here to take something?" she asked. Germany didn't answer right away. Then he said "I need to speak with you…alone."
He looked over at Israel and Ashkenazim looked at him too.
"Stay here, sweetie," she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't move until I come back."
Israel nodded as Ashkenazim followed Germany out of the house. Israel crawled back unto the seat and looked at the pretty pictures in the story. He thought he might have heard something from outside, like a firework, but he brushed it off.
He heard the door slam a few minutes later and put the book down and went to the door.
"Mama, what…oh, hello Mr Germany, sir," he said. Ashkenazim was not with the German. Israel then noticed that Germany was clutching a gun in his hands. Germany stashed the gun away and then suddenly grabbed the jew.
"Hey!" cried Israel. He demanded to be let so and struggled but Germany was totally emotionless as he carried the jew out of the room and to his home, where he promptly locked the jew in his basement.
Israel never saw Ashkenazim again.