‘My Home’ by Alec

Wisbech is where I grew up. It was lovely, serene, and everything was in order. That is, until it happened.

It all began on July 22nd, when four army trucks passed through our village. We felt this was strange because our town was in the rural and had few visitors. They returned the next day, then the next, and so on for approximately a week. Everyone was perplexed at this point, and no one knew what was going on. Then, on August 12th, over two weeks after the trucks halted, everyone in England received an emergency message. “CHINA HAS DECLARED WAR ON ENGLAND, WOMEN AND CHILDREN SHOULD HIDE, AND ANY MALE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WILL BE DRAFTED FOR WAR, WE NEED YOU!”  I was only 17 at the time, which I will never forget. Everyone else was panicking, but I had only one idea. My grandfather.

It wasn’t long until they took him, and I remember how he held me. I wish I could relive that moment for the rest of my life, since I never saw him again. He was everything to me. The government decided it wasn’t safe for us to stay where we were, so we were transported farther north, and we now live in Scotland. It was just me and my mother.