When war meets love

THE TRENCH

                                                              ................CHAPTER -1.................

During the dark reign of Hitler, my days at the concentration camps. As a German I was a patriot, during those days in the concentration camp, I remember the time when I was a solider to the Germens in WorldWar1. Every day brought great hardships, as we advanced further onto the French soil the more of us died. There was bloodshed all over. Every one or two minutes we would find the French army sending battalions of men onto us. Bomb blasts covered us like water droplets falling around. There were shells of bullets that were fired. Every now and then FRENCH planes would shower bombs on us. As days past we were out of ammunition, energy and men. Only two of us had survived from the heavy RT shelling that occurred the day before. Private Richard John was a gentleman. He despite a good person in character was a fierce GERMAN nationalist. He told me that; "We are to be proud of our nation as it is the strongest, powerful and the most stable monarchy in the world". As days past we saw the bright light of hope fading away into the darkness of war. We hoped that backup would come for us. As days went on, food supplies went down to nothing but empty. All we had was some canned pork and beans. John asked me to have it, while having I thought of sharing it with him. He stopped me by saying "No! I cannot join you in this feast you ablest have to survive till the distant hope of back up comes for I am in my forties young GERMANS like you should live to serve this nation". The next day John asked me to cover him from the back; as he proceeded to check the perimeter, it had been quite for three days there was not a single bombast or the sound of a gun fire, it was silent. As John continued, I sincerely covered him from the trench. John calls me; I rush to the scan while noticing the sound of a tank approaching us. Then suddenly a bright light 'Am I dead' I thought for a moment but then I realized that it was the French search light. I gulped as I walked forward I saw john in the hands of a French solider. I was terrified, but as we were told during the training about not to surrender to the enemy, I walked briskly but soon had to eradicate that plan as dozens of French men were pointing guns towards me. I for the last time praised my father land and laid my weapons down which were unfortunately shameful, not because of the fact that I was surrendering but that about the weapons I had, just a small blunt dragger and a unloaded pistol. What was I even thinking I said to myself? Going to rescue someone with such filthy weapons but as for the matter of fact as I had told earlier we were out of supplies and the only magi I had was taken by JOHN. Then suddenly the thought came into my mind 'where was JOHN he was nowhere to be seen' then atone I cried like a baby, but stop! You may think it was my habit but not, that was the first time ever in my mortal life vie ever cried, leaving the time period when I was a baby; babies cry it's just natural. Then I don't know till today from where but it had come like thunder the sound of my college JOHN "Stop whining you idiot you're a disgrace to the nation and pickup that junk [pistol] of yours and come here". I was relived, but shocked JOHN was sitting there with the French how, I asked myself then some medics took hold of me and took me to JOHN. JOHN smiled at me, I always knew what came after that but forgot about that for that time alas! I shouldn't have. The fact is if JOHN was angry about something he would smile, only to EXPLODE! Afterwards. I without using my tiny brain enquired JOHN about what had happened. BANG! BANG! Two knocks from johns hard fist was the last thing vie ever experienced from him. When I woke I was in the neatest place vie ever been in my life. You may think Germany was not clean with my last sentence; but not see I was born into a poor family as the word poor I mean POOR! I then asked for the doctor but for me I was unlucky. Everyone spoke French and only FRENCH! The only languages I understood were German and English. My unluckiness was not yet over the French police had arrived by the speeding news that the was a GERMAN in the hole [hospital I mean] they came and that sight wasn't a pleasing one, as one of them had been looking at me since they had come into the ward which held me, and by the way he looked I knew trouble was sure. He was actually feeling sorry for me, as I was about to be transferred to a high security prison, then straight to my homeland by then without a conversation I almost with pain understood that the war was over. But returning home meant a lot of trouble for me. First I had to go through a lot of clearance to certify that I am a so called GERMAN, because Germany was no longer the Germany I had last heard of. During my terrible days in the dark trenches we, me and my colleague JOHN had no external contact with the outside world; the fact was that during the war people in Germany were fed up with the monarchy system and demanded DEMOCRACY. Thus the so called great, strong, stable GERMAN monarchy was brought down and the new system of democracy rose into existence. So there I was in a junction without hope to ever see my family which of course meant my beloved mother. The overwhelmingness of youth made me to come up as a patriot for my nation, but no one in front of my mother's love. All I've ever offered to the old lady was hate, although the deep love for her remained in my heart. She was tough to argue with and defeated me always in everything, but had only defeated me with her blind love for me. I had never listened to her for I had a passion to serve my nation. I always thought she never understood me but for my information I was wrong. The last time I ever saw her was before leaving for the dark, ugly, smelly trench warfare. As the thoughts of my mother kept rumbling in my heart a senior officer of sort came to me, but this time I think as per luck that never met me since I had been in France, it was very simple but for me something more the officer knew English. For, at last I could enquire to someone about what had happened to my nation during war and who had won the brutal dark war. The officer told me everything all the info I needed to know, his words sent me crying; for I heard something no solider would ever want to hear in his lifetime. We had lost the war, after all those years in the trenches our side just surrenders. I was furious, but I knew there was no use of me being. Then the officer told me that I would be back on GERMAN soil in less than a month A MONTH! A MONTH! A MONTH, his words started swirling in my mind I could only be home after a month maybe less but it was too much for me. I couldn't bear it; days went like years for me. The constant thought of me in my homeland kept me away from an emotional breakdown, but that was just not enough. At last the day came when I would be shipped off to my ever great nation; at least in my eyes. As I was boarding the plane a smart little chap who was sitting next to me enquired where I was going. I told him what he needed to know then the conversation went on then the word came out of me, which shocked him he in my opinion was gulping with fear I could see the fear the word had given him; as we were conversing the fact came out of my mouth that I was a 'GERMAN'. He was then thrown into complete science so was everyone in the plane then an old gentleman came to me, sat beside me and spoke some words that terrified me more than the scan of a man getting shot by a revolver in the head, he spoke "Son so you're a GERMAN" I replied 'yes' with a scared doubtful face. He then with shaking hands took of his hat and scratched his head everyone in the plane had a face that almost told me I was about to enter into utter chaos. The old man then with a sorry expression told me what had happened to my beloved nation, the fact was that after the dreadful war was over; meaning after we surrendered, we the GERMANAS had to pay the pries which included our honor we were enriched with before the war. We also had to pay a huge handsome amount of fine to the allies an amount of 50 billion marks. Also including the penalty that of reviving the territory which of GERMANY that was close to FRANCE. This agreement was called 'THE TREATY OF VERSAILS' which also included the demand of FRANCE to minimize the military power of GERMANY and to demilitarize us from our borders with FRANCE. The agreement had a strong impact mostly on the common folks of my now destroyed nation. The huge amount we had to pay to the allies was the cause of the misery to my beloved country men, this meant that they would have no use with the savings they had till that date, which meant no use of them trying to earn for their daily bread, as that would strip them all the money from their pockets then too be unable to buy even a slice of bread. There was no turning back I was about to enter a death trap with no hope of escaping "you're dead" one of the passengers said; my heart began beating like a drum. The chap who was of thirteen told that, and then what would be the seriousness, I thought. For some time I had this crazy idea to just jump out of the plane maybe death would prevent me from entering into that kind of misery. I started to prepare for that, but the constant thought of why I shouldn't ask someone to just drop me off at some place that had peace, as I needed some at constant. But for my everlasting bad luck I was informed by one of the flight crew that we were about to reach Berlin within a matter of minutes. Minutes! My head stated to twist as if it had went on a reckless journey on a rollercoaster. I by that time was chanting all the hymns vie ever heard in my sorrowful life. The plane started to shake 'we are about to land I guess' I said to everyone on the plane. All of them looked at me with a sorry face for they could not have done anything. I asked myself why I had pressured much to come here; I could have stayed in FRANCE and could have leaded a peaceful life. But then I gathered courage that never came to me from the time I entered the flight, I thought why I should mourn, I was a solider; the strong representative of my father land in the battlefield. I gathered up courage which I had got from my thought, marched out of the plane.