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The ending to part 2...“He told us he saw his cousin shoot you in the abdomen, then he killed him and went to go take you to us so you could get treated. It’s up to you what happens to this boy” It’s now my turn talk. This boys life rests in the palms of my hands, he will either be a prisoner of war, executed right away, sent back to Germany or start a new life in the U.S. “I say this boy will be sent to the U.S and given to a loving family. He doesn’t deserve to go back to the hell hole called Germany” The General smiles at me and nods...
November 12, 1942, 2:31 am It’s quiet. There was no sound, nobody would have heard anything. It’s now dark, my brain ended my wonderful dream and brought me back to the boring reality. I forcefully open my eyes to darkness; my eyelids feel very heavy. That’s the end of my dream. I slowly turn my head to the clock on the side of bed. The clock reads 2:29 am. It takes me a full two minutes for me to realize that I need to go back to sleep so I close my eyes and turn my body so I’m laying on my ribcage. It’s one of my most comfortable positions...
                                           April 19, 1944 2:46 pmI fell to my knees. I see him collapse onto the rocky soil with blood squirting from his neck. He’s been shot. They killed him. I crawl behind a bush so the same fate doesn’t fall upon me. If there’s one, there are more. They wouldn’t risk just sending one soldier to...
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