Posted on: 2015-07-06 by mallyowl

My sister and I were visiting distant family in what I think was Sweden, apparently during World War II. We were enjoying ourselves when all the children in the village (including us) were called to board the bomb train. The bomb train was a Nazi train that ran through villages and dropped bombs from compartments on the side of it to blow up villages. We walked a ways to the back of the train, because my sister said that was where you were least likely to be killed by bombs. We sat in the second to last car, which was small with a roof and a big window in the front, not set with glass. The train jolted off towards the village. Once the front of the train was in the village, I heard the sound of explosions, one after the other. Small shrapnel flew into the window and we had to cover our heads. We got off, shaken, and saw the damage done to the village. The next day, we were called to another one, which seemed almost commonplace. We boarded, and were informed we would be traveling overnight to a distant village, where we would each be given a razor blade, and were sent out to kill as much livestock as we could and cut down as many crops as possible, essentially starving the people of the village. The nazi commander threw a stack of books into the car with us. The other 4 children inside grabbed the books greedily, but threw them back upon realizing they were boring books about botany and such. We stopped at night to sleep. We planned to sleep at my grandparents house. I told the nazi commander that this was my grandparents house, and he seemed nervous. From the window of my aunt and uncle's house behind the house we were standing in the kitchen of, my granny noticed us. She hurried out of the house, surprised, but not shocked. I told her, "Granny, they're Nazis!" She walked up to the commander and said, "You're George [can't remember last name], one of the worst presidents of the United States (my grandmother is a presidential history buff)" He quietly affirmed, saying that he was now a Nazi commander. Then he made all the children march in a circle around a pole draped with blue fabric, like a somber, horrible, maypole. I then woke up.