When war comes to town.

The View.

*December 23rd, 1939*

- 2 months later -

*Radio: It has been confirmed. Britain and France have officially declared war on Germany*

I had so many questions to ask. Why would they do this? Why does he hate those people so much? What's a Jew? Is he coming for us?

You see, for the past two months or so I've been collecting every bit of information I can get my hands on. I was grateful as I was able to read and write so I used it to my advantage. Whether it be Newspapers, eavesdropping or listening into the radio.

I've never actually been in a war before but I've heard of a few. There was one about 20 or so years ago. That war was big apparently and people reckon this one could be just as bad.

Though how strong could a bunch of Germans against Britain and France really be?

I lay on my bed and continue listening to the radio in the darkness, while everyone is asleep.

*Radio: It has been confirmed that Germany has taken Poland. We will keep you updated as much as possible.*

What's so interesting about Poland?, I think to myself. I know he hates those people but there is no need to take their country. Some people are just strange...

I get impatient as the radio is silent for a while so I decide to get up and stretch. I quietly get off my bed,

grab the radio and tip toe across the room as quiet as a mouse. I slowly open my drawers, praying they won't creak and hide the radio right up the back under some of my clothes.

I shut the drawers and make my way to the window. I open the window and a cold blast of air hits me.

"Dammit... Coat.. Where's that coat...." I whisper angrily to myself.

I spin round of the balls of my feet searching the room for it. Finally I spot it tucked away under my pillow and grab it.

Making my way across the room as I pull it over my head, I head straight towards the window and open it.

Another cold blast of air hits me and my teeth start chattering straight away. The advantage to my room being on the second level of the house is that my window leads to the roof.

Trying to get my grip on the roof tiles is extremely hard but I finally manage it and clamber my way up the rooftop.

The view is really spectacular. Vanves is on the outskirts of Paris so you can see some of the city lights. Breathtaking. Every single time.

I sit quietly on the roof and my mind starts to wonder a bit. My mind starts imagining what I would do if war came to town. Would I run? Hide? Would I even survive?

I slowly turn round, taking in the view of what's behind me when something catches my eye. Wait not something but it. It catches my eye. The very same thing I saw all those nights ago.

The planes are back. It's definitely them but something seems different. It almost looks like they are chasing each other...

I squint as much as I can, trying to take in as much as possible.

I'm about to say something when my my words get caught in the back of my throat and my mouth hangs open.

The guns on the planes chasing starts shooting at this one, lone plane. Getting closer and closer.

It's getting harder and harder to see as the planes are getting further away but I make out something before they disappear.

It all happens within a few split seconds.

One, two, three little black things fall from the plane being chased as it disappears into the darkness.

The other planes continue the chase into the distance.

I can't even comprehend what happens next.

The sound was deafening.

The flash was blinding.

The rooftop shook underneath me.

There are screams of terror and I panic.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm halfway down the roof heading straight towards my window.