Shores To Hell

Token For Life

Berry and Jerry looked at each other. Knowing the same thing, waiting for the same thing. They smile and look back. The clock ticked one second and Berry and Jerry grabbed their bag and as the bell rang they ran out of the classroom screaming victory for another year done.

Berry is 17 and is about to turn 18 in two weeks. Jerry is 18 and just turned. The war was just starting and the boys thought they had nothing to worry about. They knew they were in the clear. "Hey Jerry, whats your plans for this summer? I'm gonna go to the old library and just read." Dukin had laughed while saying. "Oh shut up D, the only book you read is the bible, and even that's hard for you." Jerry had said while laughing and punching Dukin in the arm. "Alright fine, your right, but serious. What's the plan?" Dukin explained. "Well thinking of hanging out with my lovley new wife." The two boys awed and punched him back in the shoulder. These boys were out for a mission. A mission to find a new motorcycle, maybe one more sturdy and runs better.

Berrt walks home by himself, as usual. As he walks up to his house, he sees a ambulance outside and he runs to the stretcher and see his grandfather. "Berry come here, I have something for you." Berry whips his tears and stands beside him. "Anything grandpa." Grandpa pulls out a golden coin and holds it out. "Take it, I had it when I was about your age. Take care of it, it will bring you luck." The boy smiles, and nods and takes the coin. The paramedics take him in the ambulance and drive off.

'A coin. A lost one. I need grandpa.' Berry had thought to himself. Berrt lays on his bed, tossing the coin up and down. Until something caught his eye. He tries to focus on it. It was a WWII Nazi Party Stamp. Then it had hit him, grandpa was a WWII captured veteran. He knew he had questions, so he went down stairs to see two ment whom scared the hell out of him.