I Am A New Place - 941 Words

I awoke to the sound of the morning paper banging onto the door as the paper boy passed on bike. I got up, changed, and stepped outside to the world of light and bustling city streets. I greeted Ms. Janice across the street and she said something lost in the sound of horns honking as a sea of cars flowed along the street. â€Å"I need to get a new place,† I thought to myself. After I returned from my brother’s house, the construction of newfangled ‘Skyscrapers’ had begun. The country was deep into a depression, in fact, the worst one ever. People looking for jobs have been lucky enough to build the skyscrapers all over the country. I walked back into my house and sat down in my large leather chair I got from an older department store in†¦show more content†¦When we arrived in Poland, we were sent to the trenches right away. Life In trenches is hard. We rarely ate a hot meal, but ate mostly canned goods. It is very muddy and we are always soaked. Br ead comes once a week, but the white men take it all for themselves. I have not seen very much racial prejudice in my trench, but I cannot imagine what other blacks are living with in these trenches (Life on the Front Line). â€Å"Hurry!,† Big Joe yelled as we crosses the trench. â€Å"What is it?,† I yelled back, but I already knew what it was. I could hear the Nazis speaking rapid German to each other as they crossed over the trench. I turned to see that Big Joe was not there. â€Å"Must’ve ran away!,† I thought. The airfield was only a short walk from the trench. When I got there, only one plane was left, a Northrop XP-56 Black Bullet, a prototype plane (Northrop XP-56 Black Bullet). Luckily for me, I was the only one that knew how to fly it. I jumped in and gunned the plane to full throttle just as a bomb blew behind me. As I took off, I strayed a look at my 8 month home. As my eyes skimmed the narrow trench, my eyes caught Big Joe, standing in the trench looking up the heavens above, asking for mercy upon his soul. As the bomb dropped, he looked into my eyes, saying silently, â€Å"Win this war.† As I flew the plane, I thought about ejecting and cutting my parachute, but then I felt that was needed in this war. I flew across Poland and landed on a US Base in Sweden. I was