Morning, July 12, 1942.
It was the middle of the Second Great War,
the only sounds were of the gunfire
and large explosions just above their heads.
It seemed like days they were down there,
the only thing to do was wait.
They waited, wondered, and waited some more.

Finally the time came,
the gunfire stopped and the explosions were heard no more.
The people of the small town could finally return to…
Well what left of a town they still had.
The town was a wreak.
Bricks and rubble everywhere they stepped.
Some people luckier than others.

It was like a hurricane ran through their town
and decided it didn’t do enough damage and came back again!
I fortunately was a luckier one.
I was able to reunite with family,
others…
Not so much.