A day in Life of War
Four days, twelve hours, hidden in the wall of an old merchants house. I could hear the banging of guns. The smell of smoke billowed in the air. My stomach growled loudly under the sound of bullet shells dropping onto the ground.
My heart skipped violently, some one was breathing against the wall, his breath smelt like the black tobaco powder my father used to stuff his tobaco pipe with. I could hear his shoes vibrating on the oak wood floor. I held my breath and pushed myself against the inside of the wall, the man was knocking at the wall paper. The man went but I could still hear some one breathing, as if he was in shock.
I crouched down and flattened myself so I could peek through the mouse hole. The Merchant was hit in the head causing him to bleed. He coughed and rolled over on his side and tried to get up, he failed. He went to sleep a few minutes later. My breathing almost stopped immediatly and I sat up straight. i thought for a moment started crying what was I going to do while he was sleeping WAS HE DEAD, I whimpered at the thought of it, I decided to hide in another house. I will sneak out and hope that no one will see me, no one would think i'm a... Jew. Well thats another day maybe tomorrow. The pressure was on.