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11-9-09 The war overrun England has been going on for almost a year. We have been bombed on numerous occasions and the German forces are now dropping more bombs by plane more than for ever. England is finally being precautious and are sending our children over by plane to somewhere where they won’t be attacked. My son’s school was one of the schools offering to take the boy’s away. I have sent my son Jack over to a safer place somewhere further away from England until this war is over. gggggggggg It has been several days since I first heard that a plane carrying a bunch of boys from Jack’s school was shot down. Pilots and attendants at the airport said that the plane could not be found and most likely crashed on or near an unmarked island. They said that they were doing the best they could to locate the plane. I was still worried because Jack has never been in a situation like this nor has he ever been on an island before. Growing up Jack was always very sweet to others and loved to help people. I would never believe that there was so much evil inside of him. gggggggggg It now has been weeks since I have heard news and I am growing steadily more and more impatient by the day. I am becoming fearful that I will never get to see my son’s face or hug him again. Then on May 3, 1941, I found out that Jack and other boys were found alive and were coming home. I was so relieved and full of joy that I will be able to have my son back.

When I arrived at the airport I noticed something different in Jack’s eyes, I saw a man with eyes of hate. I tried to push this thought out of my head convincing myself that it was just the war that had affected him. When I took him home he seemed awfully quiet and went right up to his room to sleep. I couple hours later I heard a knock on the front door and felt my heart stop. I opened the door to find a naval officer on the front steps. When I looked into his eyes I then knew it was about Jack.

When he told me what happened on the island my stomach dropped. He told me that Jack did some horrible things to the kids while stranded on the isle. When I asked him who told him this, he said a boy named Ralph. He told me that Ralph said he and Jack were friends in the beginning, but in the end all Jack cared about was hunting and Ralph fire so they split up. The boys, Sam, Eric, Simon, and Piggy went with Ralph, all the other boys went with Jack. This surprised me because at home Jack was always a follower around the house and at school. Then he told me the most devastating news of all that broke my heart. Jack had helped murder Simon. Then he killed Piggy a few days later and attempted to kill Ralph the same day. I was so hurt and furious that he would accuse my son of murder. The officer said that Jack would most likely be taken to court and probably be sent to jail. I couldn’t take it anymore that he wouldn’t leave so I asked for him to leave and I never wanted to see his face around here again.

Then a few days later the officer showed up again at the house this time with a boy around Jack’s age with blond hair. The officer told me this was Ralph. Since Jack was back upstairs asleep, I decided to listen to Ralph. While Ralph reminisced his story the look of anguish, fear, and hurt told me everything was true. When he was finished I decided that justice would have to be served.

The next day the police and the naval officer came and took Jack away. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but, I will never regret my decision. I will never forget the look of hatred and hurt I saw in his eyes when they took my son away from me.

I would like to share my story with others to show how the war can impact people of different ages in different ways. My son left home as a young innocent boy and returned as a man who witnessed and became involved in horrific acts of hatred and violence. Still to this day I ask myself “what did I do wrong”, and “why my little boy why him?”.