Visions of War- Diary Entry

Dear Diary,
Today I was on the back of my brothers bike and we were fleeing from the Germans as they had already broke into our neighbours house and killed our dog. It was horrible listening to dear Fred's last whine before he left us for a better place. They shot him right in the ear and watched him die in pain laughing to themselves in an horrid way. This gave us enough time to escape. I had to be strong I thought to myself there was no time to mourn Fred. Just as we were passing the old church by Seldom Street we came across a big pile of shoes and there were at least 7 women sorting through them. This sent me into tears, as it reminded me of how many friends, family and innocent people had died from this horrible war between us (the jews) and the Germans. This whole situation is horrible, confusing and out of control. I dont know what we will do once we get out of this place. All my family is probably dead or lying in a ditch in some concentration camp. I think John and I are the only survivors. I hate this! I wish it was all a dream and I would wake up tomorrow morning to smell the fresh bacon Mama is cooking for breakfast. I knew I would never smell this again or hear Papas voice yelling to me to get ready as we are going to Nanas and Poppas house for tea. I miss the old days. I look back to the pile of shoes and notice the exact leather shoes we got my Papa for his birthday last year. I grabbed onto the back of my brother and sobbed into his jacket. This was going to be a long day.
Till later,
Avigial