My heart was racing. I had the feeling that it was going to jump out of my chest. Three of them were dead. Aaron was next. Then me, there was nothing I could do to escape this. My end was inevitable. How did I get in this position?
June 6th 1935, Berlin, Germany
It was a warm summer day. Me, and my friends, Aaron, Adam and Benjamin, were playing baseball. We are all sixteen too. We were having so much fun not giving a care in the world. Hitler has been in power for a few years now. People of our religion have been ridiculed for a few years now and it is terrible. Benjamin was batting and had just hit a homerun when we heard the enormous roar of the planes overhead. At first we thought it was just a flyover and had thought nothing of it. Then there were explosions down the block. My heart jumped and the ground shook violently we all flew back a good five feet into the middle of the street. Bombs erupted all around us as the heat seared at our skin. The pain was like a million needles pressing into my skin unrelentlessly. When the bombs stopped about two minutes later, we got up to check out the damage. There was no doubt in my mind that all of our parents were dead. I didn’t want to believe it but I had to. The craters in the ground just made me believe even more that they were dead. My little sister, Mom, Dad, All dead in the blink of an eye. All of us were speechless.
Finally Aaron spoke up, “What do we do now?”
I replied with no falter in my voice, “We get revenge.”
That day I swore that I would kill the monsters that killed our families. First we needed
weapons. That will be a minor dilemma. Benjamin was skilled in street fighting and knew how to sneak around undetected. He would get us some weapons to start our rebellion.
Aaron had asked me, “What will we call our commando group of rebels?”
I had to think of something clever and cool sounding, “The Fist of Goodness!!” ,I replied with such great force that he had jumped from his chair.
At this time we had hoped that this name would soon be known throughout the country and would inspire other Jews like us to rebel. A couple hours later, Benjamin had returned with a few guns and knives to defend ourselves.
Adam was our close quarters guy and had a small, short submachine gun called the MP-35. He would be handling all of the cities and buildings that Nazis hid in. Aaron was our specialty guy with the cool weapons like the Flammenwerfer-35 and the Panzerschreck. He would destroy tanks and be able to flush out building within the snap of your fingers. Benjamin was our sniper. he would provide us with overwatch and take out any stragglers with his Karabiner-98k. I knew he had the steadiest of hands and would be a reliable sniper than the other two. And then there was me. I was head on assault sporting an StG-45. I would take all of the open fields and long streets with debris littering the streets.
Alone we are weak like a stick but together we are strong like a bunch of sticks. We are now almost unstoppable making the perfect team.
2 months later, Leipzig, Germany
We were walking down a deserted city street in Leipzig shootin’ the breeze and talking about our hatred for the Nazis.
Adam suddenly says, “Shhhh, guys hold up a sec.....” We all had stopped to listen to what he wanted us to listen to. “It sounds... Kinda like a crying girl. This way!”
We ran along this barren wasteland that was once called a street, running towards this girl. The crying was a panged sob that seemed to be caught in her throat. We saw a figure kneeling over a lump on the ground. As we approached her she had been startled by us thinking that we were most likely Nazis, she had scuttled away from us like turtles run from seagulls on the beach. I wanted her to know that we weren’t going to hurt her and that we only wanted to help.
