Newtown High School - Bugle Yearbook (Newtown, CT)

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THEY DIED ONE NIGHT fcontinuedj You shall not take my stock! I'll kill you before I'll let our boys starve. I'll kill everyone of you with my bare hands! Francois! Francois! Don't! Come back! Francois! screamed Clarissa. But Francois did not listen. He lunged at the of- ficer's throat, his face livid with rage. Two other Germans flung at Francois, beat him clear across the room where he hit the wall with a dull thud. Silence -then his body slid to the floor, his head crushed to a pulp. Little Marie ran screaming to her father. Daddy, Daddy, don't die! Open your eyes - Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's dead. They killed him, they killed my Daddy! Captain Blitz's head was bursting from the scream- ing. Why not shut the little brat up? Why not stop that infernal screaming? His hand went to his gun, then quickly he fired. The child let out a bloody scream, then fell, her head on her father's chest. Lieutenant Pratzer was stunned. He and another soldier had killed the father, his.Captain had killed the child. What would the Commissioner say? Cap- tain Blitz felt funny-was ready to speak when a muf- fled moan reached his ears, turning, he saw Clarissa fall to the floor with a sickening thump. My God! She was dead! Shock probably-maybe a heart attack. Captain Blitz began to sweat. He had three unneces- sary deaths on his hands. Lieutenant Pratzer was eye- ing him curiously-waiting. Stupid Frenchman, blurted Blitz. They don't know that we are the master race. They'll learn. But come, let us clear up this food. We will search the house, then burn it to the ground. Other Frenchmen might learn we mean business. With this statement he started to poke every nook and corner picking up whatever he thought valuable. Finally when they had finished, they went outside. As the house burned, Blitz felt proud. The Commissioner would reward him for bringing such good things back, cows that would mean plenty of meat. Then with a proud, sharp command he ordered his mer back to camp. A few days later Pierre DuBois was given a shor leave. He had a weary heavy heart as he walked along the country road leading to his home. His belovec country had fallen, and the Armistice would be signer soon. Then he, a stalwart fighter of France, would be forced to fight on the German's side. But he musi console his mother and father. He must make thing: bright for them. He was nearing his home. He hac not told them he was coming, nor had he heard frorr them in several days. Pierre rounded the corner, his eyes searching for his home. Suddenly Pierre's feet froze to the ground. His heart thumped with force- ful, agonizing beats. His head whirled and made hirr dizzy. Then with a low, guttural moan he ran toward the charred ruins of his beloved home. He stopped, the tears streaming down his cheeks. Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! My family, where are they? What has happened to them? He looked around as if hoping to see something, some part of his home still standing. Pierre's eyes finally came to a focus on three crosses placed securely in the ground, side by side. Slowly, painfully Pierre walked to the graves as though lost in another world. Quietly he took his crucifix from around his neck, and holding it tightly between his hands, he ut- tered a solemn prayer of revenge. At his mother's grave he prayed for her happiness, peace, and security in the home of the Holy Father. As he turned towards little Marie's grave, the tears streamed down his face in remembrance. He prayed, Little Marie, may God love you as your brother Pierre loves you. May you always be a protector for your beloved Mother and Father. Little Marie, don't you worry about me. Some day soon I shall join you, Mother, and Father, in the land of Faith and Love. Amen. Pierre crossed himself solemnly, then arose and proceeded to camp with a heart that ached with sor- row and loneliness, and with a heavy, determined step that seemed to beat out in staccato rhythm the words, Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! By Beatrice Leaver

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