A typical evening in the family house was mother making dinner, farther at work, my brother, Charlie, finishing off homework in his room. My oldest brother, Edward, sulking on the couch. And me, well, I'm just bored usually.
Our family didn't really fit in to our town, you see, my mother and farther moved here from Berlin after the First World War when Edward was just two years old. Me and Charlie were born in Ghent, Belgium, he's older than me but we're only one year apart. The townsfolk have never liked us, it's because we're from Germany and Britain's allies minds have been manipulated by press to make them think that Germans are the antichrist because we are also the only non-believers in the town. None of us like it here, but we can't afford to move, farther works at the local paper merchant and mother doesn't work at all. It's difficult. Living in the midst of hatred, I have no friends at my school, I don't need them of course, I have my brothers. Me and Charlie have always got along, even since we were tiny, Edward however, locked himself in his room, barely spoke and ate little. When he does speak, he complains about life here and how mind-numbingly boring it was, about how he wanted to move back to Germany, and how he longed, to just be normal. Our parents miss it too, and often drown in about the same things. Me and Charlie bonded over being the only ones in the family that were optimistic about our future.
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Brothers In Arms
Historical FictionIt's 1939, a family of 5 are living in a small town just outside of Ghent, Belgium, consisting of 3 Brothers, a mother and a farther. In 1918, the family moved from Berlin. War breaks out and two of the brothers are asked to join the British army, a...
