1944

• June 1944 D-Day

Today was a big change, a hopeful day. We lost a lot of soldiers, of our soldiers, but when we won this, we got a lot back -Amaro Thought. It was the 6th June. The West Front was getting ready to fight against the Nazis on Omaha Beach. It will end Bloody. We will lose maybe a lot of our own men, but hopefully they will be proud of us when we win. France, the British Front, Canada and the USA built together one Front (the Second Front) against the Third Reich. And luck was on the side of the second front because they made it. After 2 months, the 30th of August, the German soldiers left France and stepped back after 2 months of fighting. Fighting against the Second Front. ”A lot of soldiers died, from their side and our side, but we made it“ said one of the British Lieutenants. Amaro looked around when they walked along the beach. With all the Fallen Comrades, he sighed deeply. He was sad but also happy it was the end of something big, an end. He just wants to go home, at least what is still standing after the Bombs.

September 1944

2 weeks have passed since the Nazis left France. And Amaro still has one mission: To see Freya Again, after 4 long years. There are a few cars in front of the Base that take the soldiers to the different towns. One car drives to Brodeaux where he belongs, where Freya waits for him.
After a long drive, he saluted, and he said goodbye to the Driver and the Other Soldiers when everyone went in their own directions to their homes. He walked down the destroyed streets, his heart ached, the 4 years he was away his whole Home turned into shattered pieces.
When he arrived at Freya’s House he knocked. Her Father Jaques opened the door and instantly took Amaro in his arms and sighed, relieved ”Garçon, you did it, you are alive.“ Amaro had to hold back tears. He hadn’t had such a warm feeling since he left. But the bad news didn’t wait a long time to hit him that Freya was raped and killed by Nazis.