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started to crawl down the edge of the field as the tanks came across next to us.
“Stay still” shouted Max.
We could hear one of the tanks stop. The top of it opened and we could hear a man step down. He trod across the road. He spoke a bit in German and then climbed back into his tank. Once he had moved we carried on crawling. All of us were shocked by the length of the chain of tanks but eventually it stopped and we were able to get back on our feet and move a lot faster.
That night we stopped just on a field floor. I could hear Amie fidgeting all night, I never found out whether she actually fell asleep or not that night. But of course it was soon morning and straight away we were off again.
By midday we reached the edge of a small village, with just rubble of houses in it. We had no choice but to head through the streets. Amie remained quiet all afternoon as we explored the village. At three o’clock we were walking down a street of houses when Amie just froze looking at a house, a destroyed house. When everybody noticed Max was the first person to say something.
“Hey, lady we don’t have all day” shouted Max.
Amie didn’t move. All of us came to see what was so special about the house that she had stopped to look at.
“My family ‘ome. Bin in the family for generations” spoke Amie quietly.
“Oh, don’t worry were not wasting any time staring at a destroyed house” proclaimed Max sarcastically and loud.
“I would like to zee you walk away from a destroyed ‘ouse that your family should still be livin’ in. You may hav’ a ‘eart of stone but I don’t” shouted Amie half crying.
Max bit his lip obviously wanting to shout back but he restrained himself.
I came to her and said softly “We need to keep going Amie, they would have gotten out, I promise you, they would have”
“Iz dat a proper promize or an exaggerated promize?” asked Amie in a whisper.
“A proper promise hopefully” I replied.
Amie just gave a quick smile and then followed all of us out of the village.
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“Stay still” shouted Max.
We could hear one of the tanks stop. The top of it opened and we could hear a man step down. He trod across the road. He spoke a bit in German and then climbed back into his tank. Once he had moved we carried on crawling. All of us were shocked by the length of the chain of tanks but eventually it stopped and we were able to get back on our feet and move a lot faster.
That night we stopped just on a field floor. I could hear Amie fidgeting all night, I never found out whether she actually fell asleep or not that night. But of course it was soon morning and straight away we were off again.
By midday we reached the edge of a small village, with just rubble of houses in it. We had no choice but to head through the streets. Amie remained quiet all afternoon as we explored the village. At three o’clock we were walking down a street of houses when Amie just froze looking at a house, a destroyed house. When everybody noticed Max was the first person to say something.
“Hey, lady we don’t have all day” shouted Max.
Amie didn’t move. All of us came to see what was so special about the house that she had stopped to look at.
“My family ‘ome. Bin in the family for generations” spoke Amie quietly.
“Oh, don’t worry were not wasting any time staring at a destroyed house” proclaimed Max sarcastically and loud.
“I would like to zee you walk away from a destroyed ‘ouse that your family should still be livin’ in. You may hav’ a ‘eart of stone but I don’t” shouted Amie half crying.
Max bit his lip obviously wanting to shout back but he restrained himself.
I came to her and said softly “We need to keep going Amie, they would have gotten out, I promise you, they would have”
“Iz dat a proper promize or an exaggerated promize?” asked Amie in a whisper.
“A proper promise hopefully” I replied.
Amie just gave a quick smile and then followed all of us out of the village.
(Continued...) Imprint
Publication Date: 04-25-2011
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