The year was 1943, and it was in the middle of World War II. The buildings in the city were destroyed. There was nowhere to hide. Paul remembered that horrifying day. He hated it. He was cautiously walking through the streets of Berlin when all of a sudden, allied planes started to fly over the city. Bombs were dropped from the sky. BOOM! BOOM! “Mama! Mama!” shouted Paul desperately. People were screaming, crying, and begging for help. Hundreds were one the ground bleeding or dead. One of those was Paul’s mom. BOOM! BOOM! “Mama!” Paul screamed at the top of his lungs. “That was 15 years ago,” Paul thought. Paul is now in his early 20’s at a graveyard. In this graveyard lay his mother. Paul walked to her stone. Carved in it were the words, “Here lies Marie Schmidt, 1906 - 1943.” Paul kneeled, put his hands in his lap, then started to weep.