My grandfather Eugene was Lt and pilot of a b17 bomber plane in ww2.
He completed 19 successful bombing missions over Germany. Destroying Nazi military bases.
He got shot down on his 19th mission and survived to becoming a POW in a German prison camp.
He left the camp after the war standing 6'3" and 120 lbs.
God bless you grandpa and may you rest in peace 🙏 🇺🇸
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PART 1
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I had tons of bills to pay to I figured I’d just deposit all my cash in my account so I could pay them all from my phone. I headed to the bank and was waiting in the ridiculously long line. I zoned out patiently awaiting my turn, and was abruptly startled by the front door slamming open and someone yelling
“EVERYBODY GET DOWN NOW”
As everyone around me dropped to the floor I was frozen in confusion not realizing an attempted robbery was talking place.
One of the men approached me aggressively.
“Look what we have here…” he looked me up and down and lifted his gun to my chin.
“Spaz, no.”
I hear from behind me. One of the men talking to him.
They have a silent moment and he grabs me by the nape of my hair and yanks me to the ground. As he does so he whispers into my ear
“ do what I say and you won’t get hurt princess.”
“SPAZ. No time. Let’s go.”
The other man said. I assumed he was their leader. ‘Spaz’ saunters over to the bank teller and let’s his aggression out on her instead. I turn to see who had been talking to him to find him looking back at me with a stern quick glance almost as if he was saying “I got you” with what little of his eyes I could see.
A matter of minutes pass that feel like hours and eventually we start to hear sirens.
The men are frantically shuffling bags of money into their totes and I start to have a mini panic attack.
Spaz walks back over to me chuckling.
“What’s wrong pretty girl, you scared ? Or maybe turned on, just a little huh?” He chuckles menacingly.
I keep my head turned away from him and he grabs my ass with a strong grip.
“Mmmm. Fuck you’re delicious looking.”
The leader is looking back at us now, annoyed and increasingly becoming more stressed. He looked as if he was contemplating running out without his friends.
“SPAZ I fucking told you to knock that shit off !!” He walks over to us and grabs spaz by his shirt collar, pulling their faces uncomfortably close.
“Who the fuck made you the boss of me?” Spaz spits out holding his gaze.
He pushes the leader harshly off of him.
“Look at this bitch. She’s pathetic”
He turns to me and slaps the living shit out of me and I yelp and whimper.
I can feel the leader staring at me but I can’t bring myself to match his gaze, my eyes darting everywhere but between them.
“I’m taking her with us.”
“NO THE FUCK you’re not. It’s too risky.” The leader says.
“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you here, you’re gunna fuck this whole thing up.”
The sirens are getting louder.
Spaz looks at me and back at the other man.
“Fuck it.”
He grabs my hair and drags me across the floor while I start panicking and kicking.
The leader hearing the sirens almost outside the front door makes a rash decision and grabs the bags of money, quickly running after us.
Spaz drags me to a black van and opens the side door and shoves me in it.
“Sit tight pretty lady.” He winks and runs back in for a bag of money. The door slams behind him and I try to open it back up to no avail.
What the fuck. I’m stuck.
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