The Great War

The Big Move

My mother stood there in shock at what the two men had just told her.

"AMERICA?????", she asked very shocked

Emma was wide eyed and frightened. I wasn't exactly too relaxed either I must admit. I didn't want to leave the joy and comfort of my own home to go and live in America with strangers!!

"Yes. They must be sent away immediately.", one of the men replied cooly.

"But I don't wanna leave!!!!! I like it here!!!!", Emma said as tears streamed down her face.

"This is crazy!", I said. "There must be another suitable place that is close by!!"

"I'm afraid there is no other place young lady."

I was in shock. What if we died and never came back home? What if we got blown up or something terrible happens to us? I began to think of my dad before he was sent off to fight in World War 2. He look so pleased in his uniform to be able to fight. But the day that the message arrived that he was dead was the worst day imagineable. I will never be able to forget the tears that were streaming down my families faces.

"Pack your bags. You need to leave now.", one of the men said sternly to my sister and I.

So we found that there was no getting out of this and Emma and I began to pack our bags. Emma was crying the whole time and couldn't stop either.

"Carla, what are we going to do???????", she asked , crying and in a panic.

I thought of what to say because I'm not very good in a crisis situation. Then I finally found the right words.

"Emma, no matter what happens throughout the time that were away from mom,", I said, beginning to cry myself and my words were now shaky, "We need to stick together. We mustn't split apart at any point during the time were away. I know we're going to come home one day, just not today or tomorrow."

She still looked panicked and sad. She threw arms around me and stayed there.

"Carla, I believe you. Never leave me, ok?", she said, looking at me with a hopeful look.

"I won't."

We sat there hugging for what felt like forever. Then one of the men called out, "Hurry up! You need to move out quickly!!"

Emma looked at me for a minute and then grabbed her stuff and carried it down the stairs quietly. I started crying for her because I didn't know how she would react at the train station. I grabbed my things, looked around my sweet little room, and walked down the stairs to my family. We left in a car and drove away from the home that I grew up in since I was a very tiny baby.

We finally got to the London Train Station and walked up to get our tickets. When we got our tickets, we walked to the place where our train was to arrive soon.

"Remember this girls,", our mother began. "You will come home one day. You may not come home immediately, but I have faith that you will.".

"Why must we do this??", I said raising my voice.

"They're just trying to keep you safe, Carla. That's all.".

"But this is outrageous mommy!!!!", Emma said.

"I know sweetheart.", mother said.

"All aboard!!", said the train conductor.

"Well girls, there's your train.", she said and she began to cry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOMMY!!!!!!!! MOMMY!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!!!!!!!!", Emma said as the two men tried to drag her onto the train. She thrashed and kicked and her face became as red as possible.

"I love you sweetheart.", our mother said quietly with tears streaming down her face.

She continued to scream as I got onto the train. I sat in the seat and my sister followed and was forced into the seat by the two men. She immediately grabbed me and held tight.

"It's ok Emma. We're going to be perfectly fine.", I said trying not to cry.

"I believe you, Carla.", she said, her voice quivering.

The train began to move out of the train station and we saw our mother out the window, waving sadly at us. We waved back, and then she disappeared as we left the station. Emma began to cry even more.

"I know we're going to be fine, Emma. Just stay with me and you'll be fine.", I said, trying to calm her down.

"I will. Please don't ever leave me, Carla. It's just...so hard.", she said quietly.

"I know, Emma.", I said, and then I began to cry. "I know.".

November 2nd, 1952

It's hard to be an example to Emma when I can't even keep my composure in this whole mess of things. We have just been forced out of our home and forced to get on a train to the coastline to be shipped by boat to America!!!!! I don't even know what to do anymore!!!!!! I almost want to give up, but then I remember that I have to set an example for Emma. I just hope that I set the best example that I can...

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