Wounded Heart of War

World War Two 1943 Nazi Germany Acelin's hanging September 1st

World War Two 1943 Nazi Germany Acelin's hanging September 1st

            Acelin awoke to a pounding headache, not that it mattered really. Today was the day he was to die by being hung. He lay on his back, his arm draped over his eyes as he replayed certain things that he wanted to carry with him to the grave, especially the day that he had met Rosemary, Emily and Sam for the first time and living a normal life while being with the people he loved so dearly, knowing that he was in love with Rosemary and watching her grow, having the honor of being the first young man to kiss her soft lips as he held her in his lap under the tree in the field. Meeting Hantz, Clouse, Alexei and Demitri. Becoming enemies with Dedrik, and getting and replying to the letters that Rosemary sent.

            Coming home and finding Tommy an old friend and going against him again.

            Finding Rosemary and over time getting to hold her in his arms again before going back to his real home and making love to her for the first time.

            And making love to her over and over again.

            Sharing the times that they used to have, laughing and joking before loving each other once more and never wanting to let go of her again.

            Only he had no choice, he had to leave to protect her. And he had been a complete fool. Dedrik had tried to take advantage of her only he didn't expect for her to fight back like she had.

            God he wished that he were there to stop it so he could have beaten the living hell out of that man and then take Rosemary's hand and made a run for it, not knowing if they would live or die. They would, at least, have been together to the end.

            Unlike now.

            Clenching his teeth he sat up on the bed and looked around to see that nothing had changed. The bodies of Dedrik and the two other Nazis lay dead in pools of blood. He should have felt regret for taking their lives but he didn't. They, like many others, including himself, deserved death in the most painful of ways, in the same way they killed the Jewish people. Only for Acelin he wouldn't feel it; to him it would be like getting hit but something that entered his body and then it would feel like he was falling asleep, only he knew that he would never wake up again.

            He glanced at the calendar and noticed that one of the Nazis must have changed it while they were here before he killed them.

            Standing up he walked over to the bloodstained calendar and looked at the date. It was September the first and today was the day of his execution. And he wasn't scared of it ether; as a matter of fact he'd be grateful for it, he was glad that he would no longer be alive on this earth.

            It was as he had thought before. A life without Rosemary just wasn't a life worth living at all.

            He touched the calendar lightly on the date of the first, that was the day he had started his new life with the Hemmil family, and to him it was only fitting that his life would end on the day that he had really begun to live, because now it was the day that he would really die.

            Death should scare him, terrify him and he should beg to be spared and not die, only he felt nothing in his heart anymore. His body was that of an empty shell, breathing yes but not breathing with purpose.

            The sound of the broken doorknob rattling caught his attention, turning his head he heard people trying to get in but they where having trouble with the door.