"John! John, where are you?" Mother's voice, panicked.
A pair of strong arms sweep him up from behind. A masculine voice: "I've got him, Petra!"
He is shoved into another pair of arms. Softer, smaller, but strong with terror.
"Take him inside! Do not come out! Arm yourself, Petra! If they get inside you must protect him!"
No reply but sobs of fright. He cannot see, he is pressed against her chest where she holds him tight. He is very afraid now. He has never heard his parents speak this way before. He can hear other screams, gunshots, hoofbeats.
"You come with us, Karl! Don't you leave me!"
"I cannot! Now go inside! Now!"
"John! John, where are you?" Mother's voice, panicked.
A pair of strong arms sweep him up from behind. A masculine voice: "I've got him, Petra!"
He is shoved into another pair of arms. Softer, smaller, but strong with terror.
"Take him inside! Do not come out! Arm yourself, Petra! If they get inside you must protect him!"
No reply but sobs of fright. He cannot see, he is pressed against her chest where she holds him tight. He is very afraid now. He has never heard his parents speak this way before. He can hear other screams, gunshots, hoofbeats.
"You come with us, Karl! Don't you leave me!"
"I cannot! Now go inside! Now!"
