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Carl's War

By Sam Gates, year 7, Elizabeth College

Carl’s War

May 6th, 1942

This was the day that I was more scared and sad than I had ever been before. The day the Nazis came. Back then I was only 12. My mum died when I was born so I never got to meet her. She must have been nice if she married my dad because my dad was caring. Anyway, the Nazis had cleared out our village in an hour and those who weren’t dead were in a concentration camp. But the bad thing was that I didn’t know what a camp did. That was the biggest mistake of my life.

There wasn’t much to hear but I couldn’t help noticing that there was a scream of pain every few minutes. The screams danced around my ears as if they were giving me a clue. But there was something I was missing, and I felt like it was in plain sight. A German officer came over to us. “Come with me and have a shower!” You wouldn’t want to mess with him because he looked as fierce as a lion.

I couldn’t wait to have a shower. “Carl!” I heard a voice and I saw a German soldier. I grabbed my dad and pulled him over. “How do you know me? And what are you doing?” I said puzzled.

“I know you, but you don’t know me. I am going to help you escape.”

My dad’s eyes lightened like a light bulb.“Otto! Carl this is your uncle! This is your mum’s brother! Where have you be-“BANG!" Dad fell to the floor. He died. Blood spilled from his body like jam from a jar. Me and Otto escaped through a gap in the fence. My heart sank like a shipwrecked boat. But I had to keep moving...

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