When I got inside it was all dark I could her rustling in the corners of the tiny house the little old oman lead me into a small room filled with... I gasped 7 American soldiers. I didnt know what to do but pull out my gun I pointed the end of it at the first they all put their hands up. Put the gun down deary the woman said I slowly put my gun down a snear on my face. I couldnt understand wy this lady would harbor 7 criminals, 7 American soldiers! I kept my eyes on them not even flinching, one of them started to talk but no one can understand them I gritted my teeth, I asked the woman why she would hide these criminals. They have nothing the lost there homes family friends, she replied. Do I have to stay with them? Yes every other room is unsafe or full, what! I yelled you have more! Calm down someone might here you! She whispered I dont care this is unsafe, your insane! That night I finally calmed down the Americans sat in a circle with a tiny fire in the middle they talked and talked played cards and drank, I decided to jion them I sat down next to a red haired kid looked about 17 I'd never seen red hair before I tryed to ask him how he got it but he didnt understand me. After the fire went out the soldiers laid down each of them looked at pictures of loved ones I started to feel sympathetic for them as I fell asleep I thought maybe there not that diffrent after all... ( hey guys raspberry casey here and hope you like the story If you do please like and comment what I can do better, again if I get one like I will continue untill next chapter bye!
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Historical Fictionhello my sweet sweet crew im raspberry casey and this is my first story dont judge if its bad in my view its good. p.s this is a ww2 story