Show Me Peace

 

Christmas Eve. 1941. Hong Kong.

A continuous bevy of shots from assault rifles and machine gun fire filled the air like a devilish percussion straight from hell. Mortars and grenades exploded around them like thunder cracks of mass destruction. Bullets, dirt, and shrapnel shot through the air. Men shouted and screamed as blood poured out upon the earth.

“Danny!” Joe yelled as he saw his friend take a bullet.

Crimson blood stained the front of his olive-drab field jacket as he clutched at his stomach. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

Joe bolted forward from the protection of the foxhole. Continue reading “Show Me Peace”

In the Presence of my Enemies

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA“It was June of 1941,” said Walter Cross, looking at his grandson through the steam rising from his coffee, “I hadn’t been in the army more than a few months when I was captured by the Nazis. They sent me to a POW labor camp. They worked us all day and didn’t feed us enough to keep a kitten alive. Half the men I came in with never came out.”

Matt looked intently at his grandfather.

World War II, Nazis, and labor camps were only things he’d ever read about or seen in movies. His grandfather had lived it.

“What was it like?” Matt asked. Continue reading “In the Presence of my Enemies”