"This morning the British Ambassador in Berlin handed the German government a final note stating that, unless we heard from them by 11 o'clock that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troops from Poland, a state of war would exist between us."
Crash. The bowl fell to the floor and smashed there. Smashed like the treaty that was about to be broken. I didn't make an effort to clear up the razor shards, I didn't even move. My hands were still poised as if I was still holding the bowl. My mouth was a gape. I was shaking. World War Two. World. War. Two. Now I was down on my knees. Surely, surely no one could be so stupid as to start another War. But if people were that stupid... There could be world war three, four, five, six? No. War is bad, everyone knows that. In a few minutes, it's going to be announced that it was all a misunderstanding. Yes, that must be right! The Germans would just call their troops back and all would be fine. T hey wouldn't start a war... would they?
"I have to tell you now that..." deep breath. " No such undertaking has been received, and that consequently this country is at war with Germany."
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General FictionThe year is 1939, it is the first of September. The sun has just clambered over the Horizon and so the war has begun. Aislin is 14 years old but has never known her Parents, she's not an orphan, no. Her Parents just live elsewhere. So when the War s...
