EDlin POV
February 1, 1942
Recently everyone's been bustling on about apparent "saviors".
According to just about everyone, soldiers from America are freeing the camps that they're finding. I heard about it from none other than my mother.
I thought she of all people would be indifferent towards it but she was more enthusiastic than ever. Of course I was delighted by the news but I didn't like that everyone had just sat by and watched until someone else came to help.
I always rant on about how none of this wouldn't have happened the people had actually done something. But even as I say that, I was one of them.
I did nothing.
Even as I knew my one best friend and his only family were suffering, I did nothing. Although, maybe now's there's actually a chance.
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Dear Edlin
Historical FictionSeparated from his best friend, trapped in the cattle cars ready to bring him to his death, Tad has never had much good luck. Using his humorous voice to bring reality to his only listener, Tad writes Edlin letters throughout his journey. :/For Edli...
