September 7th, 1943
The autumn air has become thick
Filled with fear and desperation
What was once home
Has become Hell on earth
Destruction rapes the surface
While the sky explodes with fire
Deaths army entered yesterday
Unimaginable screams and cries
Of pain and terror
Escape from the ashes
With only one bullet
And three lives at stake
Who is spared?
The husband argues
The wife should take the bullet
But the wife wants the husband
To take the bullet
As the sound of death, gets closer
A final decision is declared
Sleeping in his crib
His fate decided for him
Not wanting to wake him
The parents say their goodbyes
Through tears and regret
Holding his wife close
The husband aims
They both close their eyes
The shot echoed off the walls
Leaving a resonant tone of regret
Rebounding back into their souls
The wife falls to the floor
The husband brings her back to her feet
Suddenly shouts and knocking at the door
Holding hands, they stand tall
Knowing what they did was the right thing
The door breaks open
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