Word Count: 48,006
Summary of Events:
Emil and Zygfryd, both stuck at home due to their injuries, had a discussion about whether their sitting around and doing nothing was helping or hindering the war effort. Keeleigh found birth certificates for all of her known relatives except for Uncle Jarek, as well as her great grandparents' marriage certificate before her dad came in looking for the trunk — which she succeeded in hiding quite well in plain sight. Olga was woken by the droning of bombers and everyone hurried downstairs to hide in the cellar, where Jarek insisted that if he would've led the army that things would be different, and, when disagreed with, launched into a tirade . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
""All of you are restrictive!" Jarek shouted. "I could've done far more to help if I were just let to do things! I may not be old enough to be married but that means nothing! Absolutely nothing! I have the full capacity to serve my country far more than you believe I can! I am not like lazy Olga who reads childish fairy books and knows nothing about what really happens in the world! I am a man, first of all, and I am grown up far more than she is, even if I am younger!"
"Jarogniew Niemcyk you will say nothing further if you value an existence without pain!" Papa shouted, sounding almost deafening in the confines of the small space.
Olga trembled, not only out of fright of Papa's completely unexpected — but yet somewhat appreciated — outburst, but also as she fought against the tears that threatened at Jarek's comments.
"You are no man," Papa said, his voice low and ominous. "You are a foolish boy. You are immature and unwise, shown best by the fact that you think you have wisdom."
"And Olga is not lazy," Emil said. "I don't think I've seen her within spitting distance of a book since the war began. As much as that may not be a long time, it proves that she is not lazy. She was out in the streets in the middle of a bombing raid trying to find Benedykt to get him to safety."
"She has been very helpful," Mama agreed. "Even if she has cried a lot."
"As soon as all the threat of war is gone she will return to the same old behaviours," Jarek said, his voice sounding nearly as low and ominous as Papa's.
"And who says the threat of war will be over by Christmas?" Zygfryd asked. "I merely said it was likely we would be occupied by Christmas. Who knows how long it will take to get the Germans out of here?"
"Especially considering the fact that neither Britain or France have done anything," Emil quipped bitterly.
"For all we know we may not ever get the Germans out of here," Zygfryd said quietly.
"I would," Jarek said pompously.
"I'd like to know who said you could talk again anyways," Emil said flatly.
"We know not what may come," Zygfryd said. "We only know what is. We could defeat the Germans and drive them out, as unlikely as that seems now, or we could come under their occupation and remain there for however long Germany should last, unless someone else decides to try taking over the Germans, much like a mouse being eaten by an owl, which is eaten by a fox, which is eaten by a bear."
"Speculation is of benefit to no man," Papa said. "Let us be quiet and rest, for we will need all of our strength in order to do what we shall be called upon to do once the bombing is finished."
"If I were in charge of the army we wouldn't be getting bombed," Jarek spat.
"Jarogniew," Papa warned. "You will be strapped until you bleed if you do not hold your silence.""
Pronunciations:
Jarogniew: yahrohgneeeff
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