Published on September 11th, 2018 | by voxx0
Brother and I
It’s 1943, the a second world war is happening, and our home town of Dublin, Ireland, has been bombed by Nazi Germany. I’m on my own now with my brother Edward. He’s only 6, he hasn’t got a clue what was going on, so I have to keep him happy and tell him everything is going to be okay.
We walked for days on end until we reached a small town called Antrim. It was a poor town and there was hardly any food or water to go around the whole village. But then an old couple came up to me and my brother, they saw we were very skinny and hadn’t eaten for days. They said, “Come with us to our town in Wexford.” I looked at them in suspicion, but I could tell that my brother Edward was hungry and needed to be fed. I said yes, we will go, and then it happened.
The Germans showed up, looking for Jewish people to put in their camps. They were heading our way, so I said to the old couple, “Take my brother and leave, I’ll slow them down.” The old couple looked at me in shock and started to cry so they grabbed Edward and left without. I said my final goodbyes to my brother and started to cry. They were gone just like that. I turned around to find a German soldier’s gun to my head. With a snap of the fingers, I was dead, just like that.
Years passed after my death, and Edward was now eight. He was living with the old couple in Wexford, but something had been playing on my brother’s mind, and it was called revenge.
- By James Bennett