Call To Arms

The thing I remember most about those last couple of days before the German occupation is how peaceful they were. How the spring sun shone brightly upon the inhabitants of Budapest, who carelessly strolled along the Danube and celebrated the many festivals March had to offer.
Life seemed simple - and it probably was - but it was the kind of simplicity one can only find in times before great complexity.
It was the calm before the storm. And the storm coming was going to be of a scale I'd never forget.