A world war two scene of an air raid... |
It was cold, so cold, you could feel it in your bones. I woke up at day break when a door slammed shut. I quietly tip-toed out of my bed and got dressed. When I got to the door, I heard a voice talking. It was a hoarse, deep voice. “You need to leave now. It won’t be good it you stay much longer. They will come very soon.” I was surprised to hear that my father was speaking to the stranger too. “The raids are coming today? What? I thought they were… Oh noo… This is terrible!” Then the sound of weeping came through the door. “Yes. Today they are coming…” And creaking come towards my room. He opened my door and I quickly back away. It was my uncle! Uncle Joe! “Um… hello Uncle Joe.” I said, trying to sound innocent. What if they found out that I was listening? It wouldn’t matter anyway, he didn’t have to tell me then. “Get up and go eat your breakfast!” He said. It was the very first time meeting my uncle. I never knew him, only in talks about him between my father and my mother. Uncle Joe wore a thick pair of jeans and he wore a large brown pair of overalls. He looked like one of those cowboys, only bigger. I hurried over to the kitchen table. My ma was there in the kitchen, making some warm milk with ham and bacon. My favorite! “Today, you’re not going to school.” Ma said. “Why?” I asked. I liked school most of the time, it was fun. “We’re going to the mayor’s convention. The air raids are going to be here today. We have to leave.” She said. “WHAT!?!” I said, “We can’t leave our home town that we lived in for 14 years!” “We have to, son. It’s our only choice!” My father said. I loved our hometown very dearly. I was born on it, I worked on it, and I even camped on it. I was nice and winsome. I don’t care is the dumb air raids were coming. Our town was never attacked…only when that time in 1916 when the you-know-who’s came. Adolf. Adolf Hitler. Oops! I’m not supposed to say his name! Please don’t tell my father… It was horrible, when the Nazis came. They embedded horrible words into the walls of our town hall. We were forced to say the German pledge of allegiance 50 times. If you didn’t, your punishment was death. Ohhhh… those horrible times. I don’t even want to talk about it. Now, the air raids were coming. I ate my breakfast silently. My uncle gave my father a brochure telling the secret plans of World War Two. Our British soldiers had elected a “nominee” to put on a disguise and get a copy of the message for the air raid. Uncle Joe was part of the army, and he told us to tell the Mayor immediately. At the convention, the Mayor was showing brilliant illustrations and telling the people that a new intermediate encyclopedia was now for sale. The kids cheered and whistled. The mayor took out a big sheet of paper and read from it. The Mayor never used the punctuation when he read and it sounded like this: “So hello dear citizens of Britain we will now elect a new mayor for this town and we have three people now please come up Bob hello how are you well today…” And so on. After what seemed like hours, I got onto our horses and rode off to our house. My ma told the mayor all about the air raids. The mayor broadcasted 20 warnings to each person. That was a lot. Then we heard a rumbling noise. I looked up. I screamed and yelled. I hollered and fell solid to the ground. It was true after all. The air raids by the Nazis were here. “What’s the matter?” My ma and father said. They rushed outside and they froze. They gasped. I bet the air raiders perspective was: “WE WILL SLAUGHTER THESE PEOPLE!” I got up and rushed to all my neighbors shouting, “THE AIR RAID ARE FINALLY HERE! THE NAZIS ARE HERE!” They all screamed too. This, was definitely the greatest true horror nightmare in the universe. I panicked, I was so scared. This, was the Arrival. I quickly looked at the sky, these planes were circling the place and at one point, I saw some huge black things come from the planes. BOOM! A massive explosion sent me running to my room. Hey, and my mom didn’t even tell me to. I never saw the rest, I only heard it. Loud booming noises come from every direction. Suddenly, it stopped. The planes were gone when I went back out, but all I saw was fire and smoke. It was everywhere. I wept and cried. Then, something caught my eyes. It was silvery with a gun on it. I never saw this before. My eyes got wide with fear and sadness. I fell flat on my back. I was Uncle Joe’s badge of honor. Not just the village was dead, but so was he. I looked out at the fire once more, and I ran away. Gone forever and ever. |