Ben And Me Narrative: A Short Story
Ben and Me Narrative
Me and Ben were from Warsaw, Poland. We were two of the lucky ones who actually survived WWII. Now, I’m sure you’d think as being kids, we wouldn’t have really done too much to try and fight the war, but we did. And, we didn’t do it alone neither, we had the help of one of the best partisan groups out there.
“What’s going on, why are they doing this?” Ben asked.
“I don’t know, let’s go and see,” I interjected.
“Okay, let’s go,” Ben agreed.
“Who are these people?” I questioned.
“ I think they’re called ‘Nazi’s’,” Ben assured.
“Where are they taking us?” I interrupted.
“Somebody said something about a camp,” Ben answered.
“What do you mean a camp?” I gasped.
“I’m not sure, it’s probably going to be like a prison …show more content…
After a while Ben and I got tired of being stuck in the smelly ghetto and would sneak out along with some others to get food.
One of the times we snuck out, we ran into a partisan group in the woods, where one day we joined.
We learned all sorts of stuff such as shooting guns, falling asleep on the cold hard forest floor (which wasn’t too different from being in the ghetto), ambushing polish police officers, and fighting. To help fight the war, we would help kill Nazi’s, German soldiers, and polish police officers. I still remember feeling the cold hard forest floor as I tried to sleep, the feeling of dirt in my mouth every time I woke up, and the horribly loud sound of tanks driving by.
One day when Ben and I were walking in the woods, we seen a Nazi soldier who was as angry as a wasp.
Then, one day, we started hearing rumors about the war had ending, but since they were just little rumors we kept doing what we usually did, and a couple of months later what do you know, the war actually was over.
After the war, Ben and I go back to normal life. We never seen our families
Me and Ben were from Warsaw, Poland. We were two of the lucky ones who actually survived WWII. Now, I’m sure you’d think as being kids, we wouldn’t have really done too much to try and fight the war, but we did. And, we didn’t do it alone neither, we had the help of one of the best partisan groups out there.
“What’s going on, why are they doing this?” Ben asked.
“I don’t know, let’s go and see,” I interjected.
“Okay, let’s go,” Ben agreed.
“Who are these people?” I questioned.
“ I think they’re called ‘Nazi’s’,” Ben assured.
“Where are they taking us?” I interrupted.
“Somebody said something about a camp,” Ben answered.
“What do you mean a camp?” I gasped.
“I’m not sure, it’s probably going to be like a prison …show more content…
After a while Ben and I got tired of being stuck in the smelly ghetto and would sneak out along with some others to get food.
One of the times we snuck out, we ran into a partisan group in the woods, where one day we joined.
We learned all sorts of stuff such as shooting guns, falling asleep on the cold hard forest floor (which wasn’t too different from being in the ghetto), ambushing polish police officers, and fighting. To help fight the war, we would help kill Nazi’s, German soldiers, and polish police officers. I still remember feeling the cold hard forest floor as I tried to sleep, the feeling of dirt in my mouth every time I woke up, and the horribly loud sound of tanks driving by.
One day when Ben and I were walking in the woods, we seen a Nazi soldier who was as angry as a wasp.
Then, one day, we started hearing rumors about the war had ending, but since they were just little rumors we kept doing what we usually did, and a couple of months later what do you know, the war actually was over.
After the war, Ben and I go back to normal life. We never seen our families