1. In The Cold, Dark Time
... over, if it was ever over, I would never return to civilized life to continue the same necessary job I had pursued during wartime. The job with the children. The poor children. Millions of them. Parentless, homeless, forever being pushed onward by the ice and the war. It was a horror to see them. Little, frost-bitten waifs without food or shelter or good coats and there was no food or ... like myself there to help them. One of the few that could be spared for the Army's Children Corp. And now I could help no one, not even myself. In the bed beside me in the crumbling, bomb-shook hospita...
- Word Count: 1820
- Approx Pages: 7
- Grade Level: High School