The dust blew up her nose and she sneezed. Out of all the household chores this was the one that she disliked the most. In her frustration she beat the rug harder. Her father was not home yet. He was coming home later and later these days. He was also becoming frustrated and she knew that he was at the end of his tether and would need to leave soon. She would need to go elsewhere. Her father would never let her stay here alone and she was not sure if she wanted to either.

He could see the gate of his house up ahead. He knew he was only minutes away from home and that he would have to see her soon and also tell her that it was time for him to leave. His sister would take her. She had to. There was no other way. She would leave in the morning. He would not give his sister notice. He needed to leave as soon as possible and fight for his country and der Fuhrer, finally.

It was getting dark and she was becoming disorientated. When she had gotten off the bus she had been sure that her aunts' house was in this direction. Her father had given her explicit directions but she had not been listening. She had been fuming. Her aunt was an old and stubborn woman who would never listen to reason. She hated going to her house, always had and she had not been for years. The darkness was closing in quickly and she did not want to be walking around in it forever and getting even more lost. She decided to stay the night out her and find her aunts' house in the morning.

Der Fuhrer was responsible for this. If it was not for him and his conservative ideals, none of this would be happening. If only he was like Stalin, there would not be a problem.

There was a slight breeze. She could feel it tousling her hair as she lay on the moss covered ground. The leaves were rustling in the trees. They were getting louder. The breeze had stopped though. She bolted up. There it was again. A heavy crunching sound from the East. She turned around to try and find her bag. As she bent down to pick it up the wind was knocked out of her and she landed on the dewy ground with a thud. A heavy weight on top of her. She did not know what it was, but she struggled. She did not seem to be getting anywhere and she was beginning to panic. She was about to give up, when in one last futile effort to get free she jerked her leg up hard. She heard a grunt and felt the heavy mass on top of her roll off.

She stared at the groaning body of the man. His hands were cupped around his groin and he had gone pasty white. There was a gun lying not far away from him. She then noticed his clothing. He was wearing the uniform of a Soviet soldier. It only took her a moment to decide upon a course of action. Her father had a gun at home on the farm and had shown her how to use it from an early age. She picked up the butt on the gun, checked the safety was on and smashed the soldier in the head. He went limp instantly. She hoped he was just unconscious. She did not want to be responsible for the death of this Soviet patriot. However, this was her ticket into the Soviet Union and its communist ideals. She could finally live her dream.

Her surroundings were intimidating and she was not sure if she should be doing this. She had never been to the Soviet Union before. She wrapped the coat of the Soviet soldier more tightly about herself. She had changed into the soldiers' uniform. She must look as if she was from the Soviet Union or she would have no chance. She hoped that the Soviets would by her story about being attacked and having all of her possessions taken from her. She could think of nothing else to say. Up ahead she could see an army truck with few men hanging out of it smoking. 'Here it goes' she thought to herself.
What a fool she had been! How could she have expected the Soviets to believe that she was one of them. She could not even speak Russian that fluently. She could hear the Soviet soldier's that had picked her up on the side of the road laughing at her outside the cell. They had gone along with her story at first, but she could see now that they had never believed her. Especially now that she had been thrown into a cell, the way that she had.

She got up off the floor. She had been sitting on the floor facing the door ever since she had been put into the damp cell. She had lost all track of time. She turned around & noticed that there were two hard bunks in the room. She went up to the closest bunk & felt the only blanket that was there. It was very thin and she began to dread the night ahead. Then she remembered the other bunk. It was sure to have a blanket also. She walked over and bent to pick up the blanket when someone shot out from underneath it. She screamed. It was a man with bloodshot eyes, unkept dusty blond hair and a crushed German soldiers' uniform. German soldiers uniform! She screamed again, but this time it was a scream of joy.

He now sat with his head against the wall and his eyes shut. After the initial shock of their meeting he told her his story. He had been sent into the Soviet Union with a small contingent of men to gather crucial information for the cause of Der Fuhrer. They had been ambushed. He was the only survivor. She was curled up in her thin blanket wishing for food and sleep. None of which she had got much of since she had come to this place. She was beginning to regret the impulse that had brought her to this point in time, when the door flew open and they were both ushered out.

She could here shooting up ahead. She peered out of the tiny whole in the side of the truck. They were driving on a rough road which they had come onto only minutes before. The truck was full of Polish. The only people aboard of a different nationality were herself and her cell mate.

The truck had come to a halt and the back door opened. The soldier in charge started to yell at them to get out in rather bad Polish. As she was about to get out, a gun was pointed at her and her cell mate. "Nein, Aufenthalt", he yelled, No, stay. "Du bist, nein lassen sowjetunion, noch" he yelled with feeling. His German was also very bad, but he had basically said, You are not leaving the Soviet Union yet. He was scaring her. "Gehen Sie!", "Go!" He yelled thrusting his gun at them again. They took a few steps back and he slammed the door in their faces.

She went back to her previous position to look out of the tiny hole. What she then saw struck her to the core and changed her perspective forever. Everything that she had ever believed about the Soviet Union was turned upside down. The Poles were lined up in front of a pit. Their backs facing a row of soldier's with guns held high. As the guns went off and the bullets hit the Poles they lurched forward into the pit, landing one on top of the other. She blanched as she watched the next line of Poles step forward. Some were shaking, one was even throwing up. They were all white. A man in a brown cap and coat tried to run away. He was shot in the leg and then bashed to a bloody pulp by a group of Soviet soldiers until he lay dead in a mangled heap.

She was shocked. Polish. They were on the side of the Soviet Union in the war and the Soviet Union was killing them. She was very scared. If the Soviets did that to those on their own side, then what would they do to her.

She was looking out of her hole again. They had moved on and were back on the main road. There was a wood to their left. The truck pulled over to the left and she saw the two soldier's in charge go into the forest. After a time one came out, adjusting his pants and sat down next to the truck. His gun propped on his knees. A rustling began to come from the direction of the woods. The seated soldier bolted up. He looked frightened. The rustling came again and as it did he let off a shot. The shot hit the other soldier as he came out of the woods. When it hit he let his own gun off in reflex. This bullet hit the other soldier in the head. They both lay on the ground. Not moving. Dead. She and her cell mate were alone and locked in a truck.

Germany. She was back in Germany. The General had gotten them out of the truck. The General was her cell mate. A fact which he had finally divulged. He would not divulge however, how he had gotten them out of the truck. An army secret she supposed. She was glad to be out of the Soviet Union. Communism was not what she had believed it to be. However, she still did not believe in Fascism. She wondered I if there was a political system in the world that did not kill to gain. Up ahead she saw a German army truck coming toward them.

The gun was thrust in her face. She now knew exactly how the Polish had felt when faced by the Soviet soldier's. Her mind was reeling. Her mistake was leaving her country in search of what she though she believed in. Now she realised that she was wrong. If she had not chosen to take the road to the Soviet Union, (a road not many in her position would have been brave enough to take) she would not be facing a gun barrel now. The General gave the order. She should never have trusted him with the truth. She was loosing her life because her beliefs had been different to those of her countrymen. She saw and heard the gun go off.

He screamed in pure agony as he saw his daughter fall down dead. He ran to her side and lifted her into his arms and held her. He looked up at the General, hatred and pain in his eyes. "Did you know her?" The General scorned. "She was my daughter" he replied evenly, suddenly realising his life was in the balance also. He had done nothing save love his daughter and serve his country. "Kill him" the General said a sneer on his face. He looked down at his daughter. He heard a bang and a red hot fire burnt through his chest, before all went black.