world war 2

Thump……Thump……Thump……

The marching sound of the march revolution. The only sound. Silence crept the air. I looked around. There were a few people I knew. Friends and relatives, but mainly strangers. Up in front was the leader. I think his name was Gronsky. No one knows who he is. No one knows what he knows, but what we all knows is he is promising a new world. My family deserves it. I have served the country throughout the war, risking my life, and daughters still walk in rags. My wife is still sick. This is a joke. It is time for a change.

Over there is Karl Kruskopff. He is the local baker. A legend in the area. He cooks for longer than anyone else to supply the local orphanage with food. Even though his whole family recently died of the common cold. There is Jacob, a soldier. He fought along side me in the past battles. His wife was raped and killed because she was forced to sleep in the streets, if she was lucky. These men should be the leaders of our lands. The c...