Bless the Broken Road

This is Padfoot and Prong's entry for the Historical fiction contest. (Mostly Prongs, though). Hope you like it!!! :)

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1. Monday, March 24, 1941

Dear Diary,

He left today, I don't know what to do. He took my heart with him as he hopped onto the train to his death. I watched him being herded with a bunch of other men towards the train. My dad, off to fight.

 

That was exactly a year and a half ago today. Lindsay says its for the better, I say that it's for nothing. Sayrah says that the war will be won by the allies. Tessah-Mae says she doesn't care at all. It's only because Jason hasn't gone yet. I think she fancies him, a lot. Yet, my friends know nothing about living in fear for a year and a half of your life, until now.War is a funny thing. A bunch of grown men and older boys fighing and dying for such a granted thing as freedom and rights. Isn't everyone supposed to have freedom? And the rights to be treated as a normal human being? We been having air raids almost every night, this week. I just wish it would end soon.

 

Tessah-Mae and Sayrah came over today to help me knit some socks for the soldiers. Lindsay couldn't make it, her mother apparently had other ideas. Our school is shipping all of the clothes we make to the soldiers. They're called "care packages". I call them a waste of time. Tessah-Mae and Sayrah agreed. I should probably tell you a bit about myself. I live in a small community just outside of London, England. The only good part is that nobody knows that our town exists. But, we live so close to London, we are considered to actually live in London. I have four brothers. Their ages are: 20, 18, 17, and 15. And no, Jason is not one of them. He's our friend from school. Like I said before, Tessah-Mae really fancies him. I am fourteen. And that's all I can tell you for now.

 

Thanks for listening to me rant like this.

 

With love,

 

Eva

 

 

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