Weekly Expressions week #5 Joe

                                                                                                                                                                    My name is Paul, and I'm standing here waiting in the cold foggy street, hoping the face of my lover will soon somehow appear in through the mist. Having not seen her in so long makes me grow anxious, a type of feeling I've been growing accustomed to more and more, but I don't much care for it at all. After all those years of those camps, it was good to be back in a place of familiarity. The camps though, and the soldiers, was what parted us. Yes, it's coming back now, how the soldiers separated us in the first place. Wait a minute, I've got it how happened.

                                                                          France
                                                                    May 9th, 1940  
                                                               The time is 6:00 P.M.

I was there sitting on a grassy hill next to Acacia, ah yes, that was her name, Acacia. Pretty name, I had never heard a prettier name in my entire existence of living in this world. Anyways, we were in love with each other. So much so, that if one left the other for to long, the other would be heart broken for sure. It was more than an infatuation, or some silly enthusiastic urge that comes and goes, but this was a relationship between two people that no one could ever stop. We were by each other's side all the livelong days, most likely talking about the future the two of us might have.When we weren't talking with each other about our future, we would be conversing of something we could never do, but the imaginative reasoning we embraced was all that mattered at the time. As we sat there happy, joyous, and peaceful sitting there on that hilly area, we were content. "So", I said, "I was thinking of you the other day, so I wrote this for you." I then handed Acacia a piece of paper with a poem I had written. "Oh my word!", she said. These were the words written on it exactly.                                
                                                   I will always love you with all my might,
                                                      Even if I have to fight for that right.
                                                           It will be you and I forever.                                            
                                                       Breaking us apart will be never.                                                                                                            Our lives are not to be looked upon with pity,                                                                                              For our fond embraces will go on for eternity!
                                                          So let it of us be truly said,                                                                                                                         Tomorrow, may we be wed?                                                                        
"YES, YES, YES!", she said. "Of course I will marry you, but where will we live, where will we going, and how will we get there"? "Have faith", I said to her reassuringly."We'll make it somehow through the world, it may take us awhile, but we can survive. Trust me?" "Alright then, tomorrow it will be, and we will; therefore by tomorrow, be married!""Of course", I said,"It'll be easy!"This was, at least, what I thought at that moment would be happening the next day, a marriage!

But things aren't always guaranteed to go the way that best suits your needs or wants. In fact, I'd wished I had heard before, or even remembered that Germany, had invaded Poland in September of 1939. What's the point of this information at this moment you ask, when love has to this point been the only subject approached at said time in this account? Well because it is, in itself, very "vital" to the story. Germany apparently had been planning to invade France for sometime, and Hitler himself had proposed to invade it on October 25, although others told him to accept the facts of it not being a realistic enough date to have invasion for there, so he came to the conclusion it wasn't a good time after all. But the date they did begin invading was May 10th 1940(aka. my wedding date).

That night they worked their way through different communes(towns) and villages across France until they got to our's. If only I'd have known, then I could have somehow in some way prevented it, but it must have not been God's plan for me to wake up before it all occurred to warn anyone of the evil coming for us that day. So as they came for us, they were but 10 miles away from the church that morning. The priest came forward to us thus beginning the ceremony for our marriage, and as we both beheld the eye's of the other, our deepest love started ever upward to new heights for one another."Do you take this woman, to be your lawfully wedded wife?", asked the priest."For richer or for poor, in sickness and in health? So long as ye both shall live?""I do", I said."And do you take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband............"I couldn't hear anything the priest was saying just then, probably because I felt like my feet were lifted from the ground, and my spirit was soaring all around the auditorium of the church, even higher than the clouds was where my mind was. A sort of ecstasy up in my head was happening until she said,"I do." I do, there, she said it. It was as if my race in life was won, and I had finished strong, I wanted so badly to throw my fist in a rock clenched way in the air just then. YES! Then the priest started to say, as in he didn't finish,"From this day on, I now pronounce you...." Suddenly something whirled past us, and into the head of the priest. Blood splattered from his face, as he struggled against this small flying object that had shot through his skull. Shot? A bullet! From who?

There clamoring and bursting forth into the church were men dressed in black, being armed with armed with guns, and wearing a red band on their forearms. They said nothing as they came in, all that happened was that one with a rifle on his shoulder began shooting all religious items in the room. Another bigger man grabbed onto Acacia's arm with his left hand, and tightly wrapped his arm around her waist with his right arm. I shot my fist out at the man's face, which caught him squarely in the mouth, hearing a loud cracking sound(Presumably implying some teeth may have been knocked in). Writhing in agony from the blow to his now aching fat lip, he fell to the floor holding his face, making sure that his features were not totally wrecked.
As he lay there, two more men grabbed me, taking me away from my precious Acacia. Flinging my arms to get free from their ever tightening clutches, it was a struggle,but I could see was Acacia being dragged further and further on. Then I just had it, I grabbed at one of the men hustling me forward to who knows where, and kneed him one in the chest .Which angered him so much, he did an uppercut to my chin.That in turn sent me flying. On the ground, I lay unconscious, the feeling in my entire body went numb. The world I was living in growing ever darker.
                                                                   
                                                                    Four days later
                                                 Destination or place of location: Unknown
                                                          Known fact: Can't see a thing
                                                Conclusion not hoped to be true: I'm dead
                                    Another miscellaneous question: Is the above conclusion true

Darkness, I found myself in it without my Acacia, just the abyss of black crowding against me. It was surrounding me with it's horrifying presence until, no longer could I get away from it unless the sides were not barred. Well, the sides of this darkness were closing in now, it would be only a matter of time before I'd be swallowed by it. No way of escaping it this time in my head. Feels like a set of nightmarish happenings and goings on more like, but wait this is a dream, of course! Nothing bad could be going on right? Wrong. Very wrong.

I was in a camp of some sort. No, wait, a camp? Oh no, THE CAMPS, the concentration camps. That must be where I am, I mean I've never been to one before, but I'd heard people talk of such things. Torture, violence between inmates, and humans being killed almost everyday if trying to escape. Little knowing I would be in one, by force obviously, but taken to one none the less, I would have struggled more than ever. But the smell of rotting flesh is in the air, ugh, the putrid festering stench  filling my lungs. Shouting suddenly is the sound I here trampling through my thoughts, who is it, I can hardly see where I am, let alone hear sounds well enough. "GET OUTSIDE!", shouts a voice."ALL OF YOU RIGHT NOW!ROUST!ROUST!ROUST!"

I could hear that. Running out in my bare feet, I saw the person monitoring starting to speak in what was German I presume, spouting orders here and there. None of which I could understand, but if someone begins dragging one of many people away who are outside next to me to an empty warehouse, I just am assuming their not invited to have a picnic with these Nazis. A shriek of grueling pain seems to pierce the silence in that moment, and everyone realizes someone has been executed, probably a sign of more that awaits us. Skipping on through time many more days resided in that daily. Killing a person if not most of the time a good portion of it, and if not that extreme torture was applied here, even I had to endure such things on a usual basis.

Well as days grew to  months, those months grew into a year, and that year grew into three years. Three full years without my precious Acacia, devoid of a loving wistful glance towards mine, with nothing even close to hope breaching thoughts whatsoever. It all began to seem hopeless. Now you would be thinking,"Began to seem hopeless? Why Hadn't you given up before, the time when you first found out your destination was here, Why?" "Because I'm not that type person", says I."I don't just give up the ship so to speak that easily. I'm different than most, but now it's much harder to imagine getting through this more than ever. I believe now is the time where I give up, giving over my thoughts to dying, and wasting away."
THUD!BOOM!CRASH! These are the sounds coming from the outside, I feel it in my bones, something terrible is happening. The noise caving in on my mind, my very life is at line, whatever is going on it's not good. I can just see it now, more soldiers of the Third Reich coming in, blasting there way to any one these cold hovel-like structures we stay in. Marching on into them, taking people out and shooting them on the spot! Hitler is probably at his peak of anger at this very moment, and even more likely to bring a total apocalyptic terror upon us. Destroying the weak, dying, needy ones first. Then he'll move on to the stronger, yeah, dealing them out of this world with the finesse of a demon. Ahhh, my time is come. I must now accept without question that my arrival to death is finally here at last!
But that wasn't what happened, instead it was soldiers of a different caliber and belief, they weren't German at all. In fact they were mowing all the Germans with there guns, firing at them, never missing their mark. So it was after the Germans were vanquished, these soldiers came in and brought many separate vehicles, and began a journey to where we never expected to be. France.

                                                                          France
                                                                   June 20th, 1943
                                                               The time is 7:00 A.M.

After the good soldiers came for us, whoever they were, which their origin was uncertain. They dropped us off in France, God bless 'em for that, my life is ever in debt to them. Well it didn't take me but 4 days to get back to my community, you know the place where I live. Well here I am, looking in this street, or what's left of the streets of this area after the Germans came. A mist surrounds me as I stare towards the grassy hill where Acacia and I would oft talk with each other at. Ooooo, cold morning for June, a bit breezy indeed. But wait! Who's that on the hill there, oh it's an old woman(wearing a cloaked shall), maybe if I talk to her I can find out Acacia's alive. Here goes nothing,"Old woman there, have you soon a girl more beautiful than you've ever imagined, and prettier than a sunset?" "What's her name?", the lady asked."Acacia", I said to her."Sweetest name I've ever known!" "Are you sure?", the old lady questioned."You positive you love her so much do you?" "Yes, I love with every ounce of my being
!", I told her."I could never live without her being next me!" "Well then here she is!" The old woman took off her shall, then revealing herself to be Acacia! Then we ran to each other and embraced, finally we were together.