“Come here Jacob; let me tell you a story.” Jacob got up and settled on the couch by his grandmother, eager to listen. “It all started when I turned 18 in the year 1939 in England...” Jacobs’s imagination took over and he was transported back through time.
The walls of the ice cream parlor shook terribly and the whole building trembled. Everyone rushed out of the shop going for cover as the ground shook more. The streets were in chaos as Mary and her husband William hurried for the air raid shelters across the road. They quickly made it inside where the rest of Mary’s family was. The younger children were all in tears, so Mary and her mother tried to calm them down while Mary’s father helped neighbors into the underground cellar. Their worst fears had taken effect; World War II had begun.
“Do you really have to go?” Mary asked with tearful eyes.
“I’m sorry Mary, but I have a duty to our country. I’ll come back, I promise. In the meantime take care of yourself and our baby, okay?” he said kissing her head.
“Okay,” she said in tears. They exchanged one last kiss. Before he left, Mary’s mother snapped a picture of the couple. William got on the plane waving goodbye to his beautiful wife.
“But grandma, what happened to William?” Jacob asked, breaking her from her trance.
His grandma looked at him sadly, “Unfortunately Jacob, William never made it back home to his wife and beautiful daughter. Although he was gone, Mary always knew that he was forever looking down at his beautiful wife and daughter, and still is to this day. Now he has wonderful grandchildren to watch over also.”
Jacob looked at the picture again “Was he a hero?” he asked curiously.
“He most defiantly was,” she answered proudly.
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