A Life Examined

<p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I only 10 was standing next to my hero my friend the police officer the commander in the underground-the person wanted dead or alive.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>We were standing inside by the front room window watching the Germans making their way across the fields toward our little farm.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I didn't want him to be there. I wanted him to hide where he could never be found. But I was also sure the hiding place might not be good enough.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I looked at my friend. And then I saw the gun halfway out of his pocket his hand on it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>And I wondered: to shoot himself or the enemy?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Meanwhile the Germans were closing in.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>