Chapter 2691 War and the Weak (Part 1)

"My name is Magerman, and this store is owned by my husband and me. This is our home and the only way our family can make a living, ever."

The middle-aged woman in an apron finally put down the trembling wooden stick in her hand, accepted Jill's suggestion and chose to sit down and have a good talk, or "help each other". At least she got a promise, after a brief interview, to add some food to the bakery, which was running out of anything edible, which was exactly what her children needed most right now.

"Mom, I'm hungry. You promised we would have something to eat today."

Not long after Jill and Mary sat down with Ms. Magerman, before they had time to get to the point, a little boy who definitely looked like he was no more than ten years old came from the back room and came to his dearest mother and told her own hunger and troubles.

"Child, didn't I ask you to stay with your sister and not come out? Where is your sister?"

The little boy had an obvious and instinctive fear of strangers, so he just hid behind his mother and spoke timidly in a low voice.

"My sister is asleep, but I can't sleep. Mom, I'm so hungry."

""

The child's tender words echoed in the ears of everyone in the room. Jill and Mary didn't know what to say for a moment, but Magerman, as a mother, was helpless and couldn't answer at all. She could only feel heartbroken. He hugged his child and burst into tears, trying not to cry.

Apart from the feeble promises she had made over and over again, she really had nothing to give her child. As a mother, she has never hated her own incompetence so much, but she is also so helpless and powerless.

"It's going to be okay, kid, everything is going to be okay, my baby."

The mother who hugged the child could not make a promise and could only comfort her. However, the kind and innocent child had already discovered something strange about her mother.

"Mom, you are crying. Why are you sad? Please stop crying."

The little boy stretched out a pair of immature hands and took the initiative to help his mother wipe away the tears that kept falling from the corners of her eyes. The mother, who was crying and laughing, tried her best to control her emotions, trying to swallow the sadness and sadness as quickly as possible. Wipe it from your belly and face.

But this requires a process, and it may not take too long.

Faced with the sorrow and pain in this world, there are always people who are unwilling to stand by and watch.

A lucky thing for the two women who were crying together was that the person who played such a role today happened to be right here in front of them.

"Children, would you like to take this and eat with your sister first? Maybe you can have a hearty meal tonight and your hunger will be gone. Now all you need to do is make a wish and it will come true."

Gil's German level was not very good, and many phrases he spoke were no different than a primary school student reciting text, but the timid little boy in front of him could still understand it.

"Mom, can I take it?"

When faced with something offered by a stranger, no matter how hungry he was, the little boy still chose to ask his mother first, and all he got from his mother was a nod with tears and a smile.

"Thank you, big sister."

Jill, who has always liked children, reached out and gently rubbed the little boy's head. The warmth and kindness in his words already rippled through the small room.

"Go ahead, remember not to eat too hard and don't stretch yourself."

"Um!"

Watching the little boy turn around and leave, Jill hurried back to the bedroom without looking back, and gave away a pack of biscuits to satisfy her hunger. She had never felt anything like a package of seemingly inconspicuous biscuits. The effect would be so great. It's like a sacred object of salvation in myths and legends. It's really amazing.

"Thank you for helping me, thank you for saving my child. I really don't know where to find food anymore."

"I wanted to look outside, but for the children, I was the only relative left. I couldn't imagine what would happen to my children if I went out and couldn't come back. Their brother and sister have already lost their father. I have to protect them no matter what.”

Gil, who sat back on the broken chair, had just taken out his notebook and was taking notes. He stopped writing the pen in his hand. Mary, who had come to an end for the time being, asked questions.

"This may be offensive, but can you tell me where your husband has been?"

Mary, who is more mature than Jill and is already a mother, could foresee that the outcome might be bad, but she did not expect that the truth would be worse than she imagined.

"My husband died. He died in this bakery, next to the window."

"Those SS soldiers suddenly rushed in and asked us to hand over all the bread. We had given them all the food we could eat. But they still refused to let us go and ran into the room to search and rummage."

"They found the last bag of rations we had hidden, which was what our family needed to survive, and they wanted to take it away too."

"My husband tried to stop them, holding on to the bag of rations and trying to beg them to show mercy. But no one expected that the SS soldiers actually pulled out their guns. I screamed and it was already too late to stop them. The SS officer stood right in front of me, pulled out his pistol and shot my husband to death in our house, then pushed open the door and walked away with his men.”

""

Mary and Jill, both female journalists with short careers, had never expected the truth to be like this.

Thinking of some rumors she had heard before, Jill felt that some of the situations were not normal. Although it might be offensive, she decided to ask tentatively because of the special nature of her profession.

"But we heard that the SS would capture any young and middle-aged men and force them to go to the battlefield. If that was the case, why did they kill your husband instead of taking him away?"

This question is indeed not so noble and honorable. Jill and Mary also know that doing so will only make the victims talk about those painful memories more.

But if more people in the world can know the truth, understand this complete and cruel story, and understand the essence and ugly crimes of the Nazis, Jill, with a firm look in her eyes, always thinks it is worth doing.

"Because my husband is deaf-mute, he can neither speak nor hear. When the SS came to recruit soldiers, they laughed at and humiliated him, saying that he was not even qualified to fight for the Führer and would only eat up Germany's food."

"For the sake of this family, my husband sent them away with a smile. He could not hear their humiliation but knew that it was definitely not a good thing. He just didn't expect that the final result would be like this after a few days."