By the time the family had gathered their possessions, it was close to lunchtime.
‘I’m hungry,’ said Becky. ‘When are we eating?’
‘Certainly not any time soon,’ joked her father, jerking his thumb at the soldiers. ‘Unless they want to share their rations with you!’ The family laughed.
‘Not likely,’ said Ethan. ‘Besides, I hate German food.’
‘Hey, I heard that,’ said the nearest soldier, smiling. ‘Right, no bratwurst for you!’
‘No thanks!’ laughed Ethan.
‘Right, that’s enough chat,’ said the soldier, patting Ethan on the head. ‘It’s off to the holocaust for all of you. And hurry it up, you crazy kids. I’ve got a busy day’s genocide ahead of me.’