“I was angry to leave Germany. Now, I understand why our parents sent us away, to save us. But Hitler will not be stopped unless we do something. We have to stand up to him to save others.”
“So, what do you want us to do?” Hans asked.
“Fight the Nazis,” Peter said.
“You’re kidding, right?” Hans asked, smiling.
“I’ve joined the rebels,” Peter said.
“Jewish rebels?” Hans asked.
“Aren’t you scared?” Stephen asked.
“All the time, but I’m more scared of doing nothing.”
“We’re going back to the hostel next week. We miss London, even with the risk of bombs, but that’s about as brave as I get. I’ll never set foot on German soil again,” Hans said.
“I’m sorry, Peter,” Stephen said. “My parents wouldn’t want me to risk my life again, after all they went through to save me. I may be the only one left from my family.”
“You were always so bold,” Peter said, disappointedly.
“Not like you, Peter,” Stephen said. “You were never afraid to be yourself.”
“When did you become a fearless German hero?” Hans asked with a smile.
“I’m a late bloomer.”
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