Women Of Courage: Daisies Are Forever Part 27

"Use your imagination. You're in a field of daisies, the breeze blowing the gra.s.s at your feet."

The image made her want to weep. These kinder deserved to have such a childhood.

"Why so sad?" Mitch stopped and invited Renate for a piggyback ride.

Gisela shook away the disturbing thoughts and gave a smile she hoped wasn't too fake. "I'm not."

He galloped close to her. "At least I am enjoying myself."

"I never said I wasn't."

"Then enough with the doom and gloom. Today is a holiday from the war."

The corners of her mouth crept toward her cheeks. "I didn't realize the war took holidays."

"Of course."

"First, the bread. Perhaps today we won't have to stand in line very long."

Gisela's wish didn't come true. They joined the queue for the bakery before they even turned the corner to the shop. Another lengthy wait for a few meager rations.

Annelies and Renate chased each other in circles around Mitch's and Gisela's legs, drawing them closer to each other. He wrapped his arm around her waist. They fit together so well. Like G.o.d had made them for each other.

Had He?

She snuggled her head into the crook of Mitch's arm. "I wonder if Kurt and Audra are looking for us."

His dimples deepened. "I'm sure they are. Let's hope they don't find us."

"That's mean."

"Haven't you noticed the way they try to separate us? Get us alone with them?"

"Audra likes you."

"And who wouldn't?" He flashed his impish grin.

She jabbed him in the ribs. "Modesty doesn't become you."

"I wasn't trying to be modest."

"I know."

Annelies wriggled between them, pulling them apart. Mitch hadn't denied having feelings for Audra. She hadn't given up her campaign to win his heart. Every chance she got, she batted her long eyelashes at him and jumped to meet his every need.

Gisela supposed he liked it that way. A bit of the day's l.u.s.ter wore away. "When are you going to leave?"

"Sounds like you want to get rid of me."

"Don't you want to?"

"Yes, I would like to get back to the lines, to rejoin my mates. To fight for my country. If I don't hurry, I'll miss all the action."

"I'll miss you." And she would. More than she would admit, even to herself.

"You make it very hard for me to leave."

Conversation buzzed around them. The woman in front of them had rather a loud voice.

"I still can't believe the news."

The woman's companion leaned in, looking ready for a good bit of gossip. "What news?"

"Don't tell me you haven't heard? Don't you have a radio? Do you ever leave your house? The American president is dead."

Gisela clutched her stomach. They had heard the information on the radio a few nights ago. She had a hard time believing it. Mr. Roosevelt had been president for almost as long as she could remember. "America has peaceful presidential transitions, so perhaps nothing will change. Pray that it doesn't delay their soldiers' arrival. We need them."

The teenage girl behind them, wearing the very familiar Hitler Youth uniform-dark skirt, white shirt, kaki jacket with a diamond swastika patch on the left arm-chimed in. "Now the tide of the war will change. Watch and see. America will fall into disarray and their troops will lose the will to fight. Germany will be victorious again."

Gisela peered at the destruction wrought on Berlin by Allied planes. There was no way Germany would regain the upper hand. She didn't want the Third Reich to survive.

G.o.d, don't let it survive.

They inched forward, now far enough along to see down the side street to the main avenue, Unter den Linden. Gisela gagged and moved to shield the girls from the sight of traitors being punished.

The Hitler Youth member behind them strode forward and noticed the scene as well. "See what happens to those who do not sacrifice enough for their country, who run away and hide, shirking their responsibilities? It is because of people like them that we have allowed the Allies this close to the capital. They did not give all they had." She narrowed her eyes at Mitch, accusation in her stance.

Gisela clung to his arm. "He served the Fatherland well, so well that he has shrapnel lodged next to his heart. He can no longer fight."

Mitch stepped forward. "I man the antiaircraft guns."

Would he ever learn to keep his mouth shut and not speak German in public?

The girl nodded, but Gisela continued to feel her stare boring into their backs.

A low-flying Allied plane swooped overhead, its engine whirring. Gisela pulled the girls closer to her and held them.

The plane completed several loops before flying east. Russian reconnaissance, most likely.

Gisela blew out the breath she didn't know she had been holding. Once they had their bread, they walked the back streets to the Tiergarten, avoiding the gruesome scene on the Unter den Linden.

And for a few minutes then, it did feel like a holiday. The lawns of the beautiful park had been torn up, but the wide paths still existed. The girls squealed when Mitch swung them in circles. They couldn't contain their laughter when he got on all fours and pretended to be a mean old bear.

Nothing did her heart better than to hear the girls giggle.

Then the air-raid siren sounded.

The four of them froze.

Mitch swiveled around, searching in all directions. "Do we have time to get home? Or is there a luftschutzbunker around here?"

"We have plenty of time. Those planes probably haven't crossed the English Channel yet." Not wanting their day together to end, Gisela ran to him and gave his arm a playful slap. "You're it."

He chased her as she scampered away. "That wasn't fair. I didn't even know we were playing tag. Now you had better watch out. You have it coming."

The girls shrieked and joined the fun. "I'm going to get you, Tante Gisela." Annelies's little legs flew over the uneven ground.

"Me too." Renate did her best to keep up the pursuit, tripping and falling, then getting up again. After a couple of minutes, Gisela grew winded and slowed, then stopped, her hands on her knees, still weak from the illness. Mitch and the girls tackled her and they fell into a laughing, giggling, coughing heap.

The air-raid sirens screeched their second warning. Mitch stood and brushed the gra.s.s and dirt from his pants. "I guess that means it's time to go."

Annelies crossed her arms and frowned. "I don't want to. I want to stay here and play some more."

Mitch tousled her already tangled hair. "Sorry, poppet, we'll have to play in the shelter now. Time to go." He swept Renate into his arms and onto his shoulders.

"Giddyup, horsie," she cried.

He neighed and galloped off. People hurried in the opposite direction, toward a public shelter.

Mitch peered over his shoulder at Gisela. "Are you sure we have time to get home?"

His questioning made her wonder and her midsection tightened. No use in frightening the girls, though. "Plenty of time. You trot on ahead and we'll be right behind."

The sound of bombers murmured in the distance, growing louder, more ominous with each pa.s.sing second. Antiaircraft fire shook the air. Gisela pulled Annelies behind her and fast-walked to catch up to Mitch. "We need to hurry. We still have several blocks to go."

The ground beneath them rumbled at the approach of the bombers. Gisela wanted to shout at them to turn around. Did they intend to kill her with everyone else in the city?

The earth shook as the first bombs struck.

"Hurry, hurry!" The roar of the engines drowned out her words. She couldn't tell whether her body shook or the land beneath her.

She tried to draw a deep breath but couldn't.

They would never make it to the shelter in time.

TWENTY-SIX.

Mitch's heart threatened to evacuate his body, along with his lunch. The whistle of the bombs grew louder, deafening. The Cramers' home was too far away. The planes would be upon them in a moment. He slid Renate from his shoulders and held her close to his chest.

Where should they go? What should they do?

He scanned the area for any possibilities, his mind whirring. Lying flat on the ground wouldn't help. Hiding behind a tree wouldn't protect them.

What now, Lord?

Then he spied it-a recessed door in a st.u.r.dy-looking brick building, the arched entrance as much protection as they would get. He broke off their trajectory, grabbed Gisela's hand, and sprinted up the steps.

He had never heard the antiaircraft fire so loud. Flak fell around them. Would they be killed by falling shrapnel?

They reached the doorway. Annelies whimpered and Renate sucked her thumb with pa.s.sion. They huddled together as if that would provide protection should they take a direct hit.

Gisela stared at him, biting her lower lip, crushing Annelies in her grip. Her face was as white as his mum's bedsheets.

The American pilots wheeled their planes overhead. The air around them buzzed with the whistles of what sounded like a hundred bombs. Mitch covered Renate's head with his hands. Gisela slipped her arm around him.

No, dear G.o.d, no. Keep us safe.

The atmosphere filled with debris. Chunks of concrete crashed to earth in front of them, smashed on the walkway and roadway. Powdery clouds of dust choked them. Renate covered her ears and screamed at the cacophony. Gisela s.n.a.t.c.hed a handful of Mitch's shirt and pulled him close to her.

One bomb blast was followed by another and another. Bricks fell from the building where they had taken shelter.

Would the entire structure collapse on top of them?

The stench of burning filled his nostrils while Gisela's hair smelled of roses. They leaned on one another for support.

Dear G.o.d, when will this be over? Will we survive? Lord, don't punish them for my wrong decision.

Mitch had no idea how long they stood in the entryway. After the pilots had carpet bombed the neighborhood, they directed their planes west. To his beloved homeland.

Silence descended.

Then screaming pierced the stillness. Screaming of women and children. Screaming of the dying. Screaming of those left alive.

Mitch didn't think he could push any sound through his vocal chords.

The all-clear siren announced the end of the air raid.

He set Renate on the ground and felt her arms and legs and head. "Are you okay? Is anything hurt?"

Her gray eyes stood out in her face. "That was loud."

"Ja, ja, it was. Annelies, how about you? Are you hurt?"

"I want to go home."

She bore no visible signs of injury. A little of the weight on his chest receded. He stroked Gisela's arm. "Any damage?"

She trembled beneath his touch. "I don't think so. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. We could have been killed."

A well of tears marked the sorrow in her eyes. Her misery was his own. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one to blame."

As they scurried to the flat, he couldn't corral his galloping thoughts. They insisted on stampeding to Frau Cramer and the others. Many, many bombs had fallen on the neighborhood today. Did the building still stand? Had they come through unscathed?