Today is September 1, 1939. The leaves were fluttering on the ground and filled the air. The air was cool and a light mist filled the atmosphere. The air raid sirens began to sound very early in the morning. I ran downstairs still in my nightly wear. I rushed down to the refridgerator and grabbed a bagette then proceeded to run to the cellar. I hear the rumble of anti-aircraft guns fire into the morning sky. The sound came nearer and nearer until they were right on top of us. "Americans!" said mother. In the cellar, the light flickered as if it was on its last life. I slowly tore pieces of my bread off and stuffed it into my mouth. And then it hit me. I had forgotten my cat Teddy with me to the cellar. I ran inside of the house and I heard the carnage of the bombs as they exploded and hit the ground. I ran for cover a shards of glass shattered and covered the floor. I found Teddy and ran for the bunker. The night was silent except for the sound of the blasts of the anti-aircraft guns and the thundering boom of the bombs. There was no sound of cars, the pit pat of people walking, or the sounds of the market. The door of the cellar slammed shut behind me. Then the ground shook and the sky rumbled. I covered myself in the old blankets that smelled of mothballs and cuddled with Teddy.
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Survivor
AksiThat is me. The young man behind my two sisters standing tall and brave. I was born during the war and during a very frightening time. Through life, death, and poverty, this is my story.
