No Heil Hitler!
September 1, 1939: The stillness of the morning was suddenly shattered when three German fighter planes appeared from behind the mountain of Kubalonka. They were in strict formation, one slightly in front of the other, as if taking part in a demonstration, barely above ground level. I could see the grey fuselage, the pilots in the cockpits and the ominous black crosses on the wings. The noise alone felt like it would shake all my teeth out. I saw the flicker of flames as the first plane fired its guns, and heard the trees above my head splintering as the stream of bullets hit them. Branches toppled down, cattle panicked. Leaves and twigs sprayed across the field. The ricocheting bullets whined around the valley." War had come to Poland and 10-year-old Paul's life had suddenly changed. Forced to abandon any outward allegiance to their Polish heritage and Seventh-day Adventist faith, Paul's family were determined to keep obedience to God foremost. Please note: This story won the inaugural National Seniors Literary Prize for an unpublished manuscript by Australians aged 50 or older in 2012.