1940: One Miracle After Another

Victor O'Dala, guest writer

“Get down!” yelled the soldier. Everyone scrambled to shield themselves as an explosion erupted next to them, spraying dirt and rocks onto my fellow comrades on the beach.
Everything I believed in was thrown out the window. My first days on Dunkirk, the German surrounded the allied. Adolf Hitler deployed aircraft bombers for a bombing raid. He instructed every commanding officer to use brutal force.
“Men you are here to fight, not play games,” screamed the sergeant with an enthusiastic voice. “Your only job is to blow the enemies heads off and take care of yourselves.” After the speech from the sergeant every solder stood high on their toes.
Avoiding the attention to myself, I managed to remove the gun powder from every bullet in my gun. A Few minutes into my plan, foot steps approached; a tall, well built-figure headed in my direction. Out of fear of getting caught, I hid my bullets, quickly put my gun back in my holster, and put my self at attention.
“ At ease soldier,” the sergeant softly stated “I understand you are used to being the person in charge, but you are here under my command, so keep yourself in like soldier.”
“Sir yes sir!” I screamed my lungs out as he walked off.
May 28th
My commanding officer assigned me and three other soldier on patrol duties. I was ordered go to the outer line, toward the beach.
“Finally,” I softly cried with excitement. I saw this as an opportunity to escape, but consequence that follow refrained from doing so, with this I resumed with my job. Forty-five minutes into my patrol, I spotted an allied an soldier. My first reaction was to shoot, but something something brought me to a halt. I sneaked behind him, but he sported me out of his peripheral vision; he quickly turned his gun toward me, but before he was able shoot, I managed pin him to the ground, I pulled up my pistol blank pistol pretending to shoot. Suddenly I stoped, It felt like looking in mirror, his bright blue eyes and his distinguishable birth mark were identical to mine.
“Rannte zurück zum strand,” I whispered, avoiding getting heard by the soldier on the.
That evening, I asked myself, Raymond, what if he killed you? or what If another German soldier saw you and decided to call you a traitor? These question raced throughout mind as I tossed back and forth attempting to fall into slumber.
May 28th I (Raymond ) decided to go on a walk to savage up some food and what not. Without notice, I had walked past the enemy line. My guard was down, something didn’t seem right, looking around to see what was bothering me, out the my peripheral vision I sported Kraut sneaking behind my back. Swiftly I turned around to get the upper hand, but I wasn’t fast enough, and he managed to knock me on the ground. Following the shameful defeat I knew my coming to an end. His pistol pointed straight to my head, there was nothing I could do; I closed my eyes waiting for that last breathe. To my surprise he lowered his arm and extended his arm with hesitation I took it. In his thick German ascent he said “get up and run.” I took my belongings and ran a fast as possible without looking behind.
“Get down bomb at nine o’clock!” several soldier screamed.
May 29 1940 we where once again bombarded by to bombing just as the first day on the beach. This time the the Royal Navy destroyer HMS VANQUISHER and other destroyer were targeted to avoid to escape of the allied forces. The aftermath of bombing was tragic, word went, only one man and a few crew member had survived in the battle ship had survived.

May 29, Rodger discovered a note that read “ 8.00, outer posts of the beach.” He approached the meeting ground slowly and cautiously he walked walked toward the rugged platform. Rodgers eyes connected with the lonely German soldier, their eyes blankly stared at one another.
“Get up closer so I know it’s not a trap” Raymond he walked up slowly towards Rodger, noticing that he was unarmed he slowly lowered his gun.
“Sorry but you can never be too safe this day.”
“It’s quite alright,” his German accent wasn’t heavy as I thought
“You are not like the other German soldier” He softly whispered.
‘Why did you decide to spare my life.”
“I was raise a Jew and I decided at an early age not to kill,” (NIV). “ and when I was 10 my parents separated because of the set difference In the family.”
“I know what you mean, my parents also separated right at same age”
After hours of talking they found out they had many common interests. They both lost their brothers at a young age, they both loved working with cars and so on. Both Robert and Raymond mothers share the same first name and and birthday the only difference was the opposing sides. As Raymond returned to the beach he felt like I was a different man. He thought of Robert and what he believed in, he was willing to loose his own life to save a strangers. I was finally a free man, free of my selfishness.
May 30 1940 we had received world from Berlin, Hitler had ordered off the attack. This was good news, this meant no more war, no more dead bodies to buried each day. My joy was quickly over turned by he news that followed. Part of my division was reassigned to move toward the Russian front. This meant leaving my only comfort zone, my only best friend during harsh war.(escape)
May 30 this day was unusually quiet rumors were going that the German forces were falling back and were moving westward. I couldn’t stop thinking about Robert, what would happen to him, even though It was brief moments, we made such deep connection. Word was passed down to our captain, small vessels from all around Europe were making there way toward France.
June 12 1940 , the distress call had been sent and received. Every Fisher came to the aid of the the allied forces. This day was known the Miracle of Dunkirk code-named Operation Dynamo every soldier on the beach was eager to be rescued on the cold cold dreadful beach.
Months had passed by since the successful escape on Dunkirk France. However the emotional scars still remained. One Friday morning I found myself wondering throughout Downtown Louisiana were I was born and raised. My thoughts jumped back to the man that spared my life his. Are you might ask, Raymond Robert Fischer. When the thought of Robert came out of no were there he was standing; his bright brown Shoes, green hat and red trench coat, were noticeable from mile away.
A German in the US, oh boy I thought to myself.
“What are you doing here?” “You Know if your caught you will be sentenced to death as a war criminal?” I softly whispers.
“I know, but I’ve always wanted to know who my mom was.”
“Nice is there anything I can do to help.”
“Sure I was heading to he alto Mobile a factory three blocks away.”
“You are luck man ray, I know exactly where thats at.”
“You do?”
“Yes cause I own it.”
“No way this will be easier than I thought.”
As we walked over toward the factory, I carefully looked at Raymond, his eyes, his jaw resembled that of my mothers, but his jaw looked a lot like my father as I saw him in pictures. But how could this be, he was just a stranger.
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