January 13, 1943
Dear Nicolai,
This would be one of the many letters I shall write to you. It’s been a month since you left to America. Are you well brother? How is America? I bet it’s full of adventures. I wish I could have gone with you but Papa said when I’m old enough I can go. Still I wish I could sprout wings and fly over the Atlantic.
Things over here in Poland haven’t been so great.
Papa and Mama have been struggling to keep up with apartment rent. Apparently something is happening in the cities. German troops have invaded and are taking people away. Papa won’t tell us what is really going on. I’m so scared to even go outside anymore. Druka tells me it’s some resistance while Mama tells me it’s probably some fugitive hiding out in Poland. Whatever the cause may be, I just wish those soldiers go back to where they came from.
Nicolai I’m scared. I want you here again to hold me. You were strong and every time I looked at you, I knew everything would be alright.
I miss you so much Nicolai. Druka, Mama, and Papa all miss you. Write back soon
-Your Brother-
Mika
This was the one of many letters I would write to my older brother, praying he would read them someday.
If only my brother knew what was really going on.
If only my brother knew that our family was in hiding from the Nazi Germans.
If only he knew they were coming for us.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Enemy Lines
Ficção GeralIt all began in WWII Discalimer: This is something i've always wanted to try out. I've never done a WWll story before. It will contain violent scenes and heavy depictions of what happened during that era. Reader discretion is advised.
