As I write this, I have two things on my mind. One, I am a murderer. Two, the war changes you, and not for the better.
As I look back at my journey to go home to my family and a special woman of my life, this is one of the moments that stands out the most and I feel the need to share it with you. Earlier, I had been hosed down and dressed in black and grey prison clothing, before being shackled and thrown into a German staff car. I was starved, only being fed some bread an hour earlier. I was worn out, barely able to keep my eyes open, barely able to fight for my life if the time came. I was weak. The memories of the dog being murdered in front of my eyes, the harsh voice of my father Clayton echoing loudly in my head, and the doubts of surviving all taunted me as the long day dragged on.
About thirty more minutes. Looking forward to seeing your old friend?” I watched painfully as the officer played with Madame’s silk scarf to irritate me, enjoying the pain he was causing me. “Klaus informed me she was beautiful very stylish…”
Just give me an opening, Lord, so I can get this guy. I thought, sending a blood prayer. Little did I know, my selfish prayer was going to be answered, and I was going to do something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Suddenly the car swerved, the driver barely missing a herd of white cows. The sudden motion threw the Gestapo officer against me, his head banging against mine, causing us to slam against the door. My heart rate picked up as the Nazi’s pistol slipped into my hands.
Grab the gun, boy.
Everything next happened so fast, I didn’t have time to process it. My fear was replaced with anger and hatred as I pulled the gun out of the Nazi’s belt. Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy. The Nazi gripped my hands and we began a game of tug-of-war that I normally would have lost considering how weak I was from the starvation, but the driver couldn’t control the car as it spun out of...