I wanted to avoid the woods, but we had no choice. The Krauts had already camped themselves on the other side of the area. The woods had become our only option to stay alive. "Let's go, Private", the Lieutenant ordered. I stood up.
The woods had become a part of my life
since I was twelve years of age. But I still
did not like it. The woods always made me
philosophical. As we crawled on further, old
memories came back to me - my mother, my brother
and Lisa.
Mom had not lived long enough to see me as a part
of the Resistance. She had died about six years ago.
When I had rushed back home she was lying still on
Lisas lap. In a moment I realized that I was now an orphan and orphan who had to be the sole bread
earner for little Michael and his elder sister Lisa.
A sudden sense of responsibility had prevented me
from mourning for my mother. My eyes were
already wet.
But I carried on with life, as did Lisa and
and
Michael. I joined the Resistance one week later.
I remained with the Resistance to see other nations devastated and digested by the Germans. We fought
against them. We travelled from Poland to Britain
-every place which the German forces were trying
to conquer. I fought alongside my brothers. And
then we returned back to France. I tried to rush back
home - home where my family was staying but all I
could achieve was to reach my house. For there lay
the lifeless bodies of my dear ones. Michael and Lisa
were dead. The Germans had bombed the area. Life
was not worth living.You are falling behind, Joe", someone cried out
looked up to realize that I was standing still.I marched on with my brothers. We had left the woods by now and I suddenly realized that I had been
en
philosophically reflecting on events that had
happened years ago. Life had to move on but this
time alongside my brothers.
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