Chapter 1 - Pilot

05:57

I was awoken to the sound of my wingman playing a Bandmaster Sapper Bill Headen's cornet.
Today was November 23rd, 1942, our second assignment following the Second Battle of El
Alamein.

Adal? What time is our meeting with Heinrich Himmler?

Oh yes! Its time to go now, he said. His face looks brave but his eyes gave away that he was
nervous about flying the Messerschmitt Bf 109 - our most advanced fighter aircraft.

I was sized up in a glance and was fitted in a pilot suit, g-suit, boots and harness. Once I had
my gear ready, we met with Heinrich Himmler, who briefed us with our mission regarding the
landing of four British aviators 400 miles North from Berlin. He assigned me to be the leader of
the squadron, in which I had to vow an oath, In war, I will face alone the missiles, the flak and
the fire over the front lines. If I die, I will die alone.

I was then grouped with acht OF-9 pilots including my wingman Adal. Together, we all strapped
ourselves into our individual planes: drei Messerschmitt Bf 109 and sechs Focke-Wulf 190.

Each of us took turns taking-off. I went first. This is Abelard actual. Clear the F-15 flight for
takeoff, and get ready for a Viking Departure. I started my engine and buckled my belts. Before
I even pressed the accelerator, I was sucked straight into the sky. The power to weight ratio is
perceptibly different, having the pressure of the acceleration push me into the seat, pulling a lot
of g-force. I leveled off right away, flapping up over 768 mph, crossing into supersonic and flying
at 343m/s.

A minute later, my team and I was out of Berlin territory, just passing the east border.

Chapter 2 - Crash

The sensation of flying over a bleak and sandy landscape filled with abandoned buildings was
quite memorable. My fellow pilots were all behind me, forming a diamond formation. We were
headed towards the Carpathian mountains, south of Poland, where four British Beechcraft
XA-38 Grizzly warplanes had been spotted.

Soon, we arrived to the lush green mountains speckled with the occasional white patches on
ledges and boulders. It pained me that sooner or later, fiery remains of crashing planes would
damage large parts of this fresh and beautiful countryside.

The entirely new sound of freshly oiled propellers and chugging engines behind me was
obvious. I immediately turned on the walkie talkie.
This is Abelard actual, British war planes had spotted us and is coming from behind. Split off
and check your six for four Beechcraft XA-38 Grizzly. We have entered a dogfight, I repeat, we
have entered a dogfight. Split up and cover area. Well attack when we regroup

Adal and I splitted off from the squadron. When we looked back, neither OF-9 pilots were in
sight. We heard no explosions, missiles or gatling gun, hoping that we were distant from the
warzone. A few seconds later, my wingman shouted out, Hey we got four bogeys on our tail.

I was trapped in a two on one situation.

I decided to break left knowing that the British were going too fast to cut the turn. I was then
intervened by two other Beechcraft XA-38 Grizzly in which I had to scoop right in order to avoid
collision. Each of us were trying to get to each sides vulnerable six oclock.

With seconds on the line, I made a choice to chase the Grizzlys tail, closing a range of and
making a run for it, eventually ending up directly behind both destroyers.

I started firing right at the Grizzlys engine, and I saw some tracers go over its right wing. I
pushed and fired a little bit to the left into the cockpit, and a ring of explosion darted right in front
of my front panel. A white vapour came out, blocking the vision of the other Beechcraft XA-38
Grizzly. I saw the Grizzly descend into the air, dropping from 25000 ft straight down into the
East coast. I was so close I could see the propellor flop, and the engine steaming out, leaving a
trail of black smoke blanketing the window as it hits the dark blue surface, leaving white smoke
like from a chimney stack.

Good shot!

I turned my head to the right, still smiling. A jet of tracers flew through the sky. They were flying
towards me. I only had time to widen my eyes and gasp.

I was hit. I lost my signals and my engine was malfunctioning. There wasnt any connection to
the left wing, and my right wing was streaming out oil.

As I turned my head straight to the Grizzly, I saw my wingmans plane evaporate into thick air.
The engine overheated and an explosion corrupted out of the cockpit. I tried to turn over and fire
back but my partner was descending. I dived down 427 mph but the flame was starting to erupt
like a light plummeting down to Earth. My partner, still stuck in his plane, was falling greater than
9.8 m/s2, reaching terminal velocity.

Adal? Adal! Can you read me? I repeatedly yelled his name, hoping for a sign that he would
answer and hit his accelerator to prevent free fall.

It was too late. I opened my eyes and saw specks of spark on the surface. The explosion was
as vivid as a lightning flash. I was so fierce, I didnt know what to do.
More gunshots came my way as I drifted off North. I flew up, knowing that if I dive, I get a direct
shot up my tail. The two remaining Beechcraft XA-38 Grizzly were still chasing me, passing
30000 ft, more than the maximum both planes can handle. My engine started to overheat, and I
began diving downwards. I tried to slide my right wing more to avoid gunshots but it wasnt
strong enough.

One shot, two shot. Thats all it took for my plane to collapse. White steam spewed out from the
cockpit. The British were merciless, rabid dogs, striking a missile up the tail. Half my plane blew
apart, and I was eventually falling straight into the ocean, leaving a black trail of smoke.

I was falling too fast I couldnt feel myself anymore. There was no more acceleration to be felt. I
looked up at the sky, and I saw the rest of my squadron getting picked off by seven spitfires, it
was a trap!

I still remember the majestic mountains looking down on me as I fell, the fluffy clouds that
floated innocently above me, the dark tell-tale shapes of several spotted eagles , probably eager
to feast upon dead men in water.

Then my body turned, allowing the last view to be the crashing waves.

The crash of the plane against the tides, water eating me out alive. There wasnt any available
space left before I ran out of oxygen.

I lie wasted, falling into a bottomless pit of abyss - drowning. Detached. Enveloped. Hopeless.

Chapter 3 - Lost

And that was how Hitler saved Germany from the Great Depression.

I always loved that story. Every time I had nightmares, my parents would read out his heroic
moments. I always told my parents when I grow up, I want to be like Hitler!

Thats a big dream Adalbert, do you really think you can become like him? Anyways, Its really
late. You should sleep for tomorrows school.

Good night daddy!, I said.

Good night my little pilot. Heil Hitler! Alle Hagel Deutschland!

Its time to wake up my son.

My body was washed to shore. I slowly tilted my head down, looking towards my bleeding leg. I
suffered several injuries to my spine cord, leg and hand. My stomach was covered with tiny
shards of glass, each piece sticking out. There wasnt any skin left to protect my body. Blood
came trickling down, causing me to become more and more unconscious.

Luckily, if it wasnt for my g-suit, I would have died. The g-suit prevents loss of consciousness,
when under acceleration, thus depriving the brain of blood. After I splashed against the surface,
my head hit an underwater boulder. It was a miracle where I ended up, on a deserted island,
filled with isolation.

I tried to operate myself using twigs founded on this stranded location. I was able to get a
couple of shards out and stop the internal bleeding, but my hunger was just getting worst.

My vision was blurring, and my mouth was dry. I think I have been knocked out for a week or so
- I cant even remember what day it is. I want to faint.

It has been two nights since I woke up on this island. I was slowly dying of hunger, and my thirst
for clean water is still ongoing. I decided to head off into the jungle, roughly fifty meters beyond
golden lurid sand that not for the first time, blinded my eyes.

It has been several minutes since I explored the jungle. There are no indication of wildlife, and
the sunlight is covered in shades of leaves. Water droplets gradually dripping, accumulated
rainfall.

I looked behind me, trying to retrace my path back to shelter.

Ach nein!

I kneeled to the ground. The ground was full of muddy leaves, and not a single hint of footstep
can be seen. I furiously threw the leaves around, scattering them throughout the jungle, trying to
find a sign of bare foot.

After what I thought was hours of search, I decided to stop. I was exhausted and every ounce of
energy was sucked up when trying to retrace my path.

I am lost.

Chapter 4 - Hope

Today I started to pitch a camp in the blue autumn dusk.

The woods was filled with endless tiles of thick, air muggy fog. My vision was blurred out, and I
couldnt see where I was going.
As I walked on further into the woods, I was unaware of my pathing. I eventually slid off a small
mountain, rolling down the cliff and clashing against the firm surface. My head was embedded in
the chilly ground as I lay knocked out.

When I stood back, I could feel my fear pounding within my heart. I struggled to breathe. My
lung was clogged with tissue, cotton and lead from the crashland. I had nowhere to go, nowhere
to run and clueless of my location.

I was lost in the middle of a dark black forest with insufficient food and no clean water. I figured
that in order to get out from the island, I would have to craft my own shelter and raft.

The very next day, I found myself sleeping in a musky cave.

My breath started to stagger. It was too hard to get up. My knees went frail, and I was stuck
inside an unknown deep dark tunnel.

I fainted.

I woke up shortly after watching a slab of rock shard slide off the the roof of the cave, missing
me my a few inches. A look of concern crossed with fear was upon my face, and I started to run.
It has been a week since I ate food, and my appetite for meat is just devastating - I was so weak
to walk.

I tried to take a breath but the pain in my throat and stomach was unbearable. Finally I was able
to knock off a coconut hung up on a tree.

As I sat on the roots, drinking the juices of the young coconut, I made sure no drips were
wasted. Those that splashed onto the ground had been licked off.

Further away, I heard a snuffling, along with some grunting and snorting. As I looked down onto
the emerald green grass, I spotted a pile of ajno. It was sludgy, with some undigested berries
and meat in it. Flies were up and down on it. Dung beetles were slowly making their way to it. It
must be a boar.

I tracked the animal for an eternity, and waited for it to take a drink out of the filthy stream. I
slowly approached it from the back and knifed its neck, killing it quick. The trees followed the
winds rhythm, and the water streamed down in chain.

As we moved on I approached a house, which was very unusual seeing that it is located in the
middle of a stranded island. I decided to slowly crawl to the door, hoping that no one was home.
Judging by the fingerprint, it seemed like the owner has not been back for 2 to 3 days.

Carefully, I opened the door. I was walking on unknown territory. There was a scarecrow in front
of me, viciously protecting the crops of any possible intruders. I saw smoke rising from the
chimney, drifting softly into the sky, disappearing into the dense air.
Thump!

I was clubbed down onto the ground.

Chapter 5 - School

Mum, dad. Im going now. See you when I come back home, I said

Okay! Dont forget to close the gate on your way out! Ich liebe dich

I was looking forward to going to school that day. My friends were all gossiping about an
entertainer joining our weekly assembly.

All the classmates were paired up with one another. I could tell they were all just waiting for the
school bell to sound.

The speaker phone suddenly started screeching. Everyone was listening to the horrific
microphone, Okay kids, its time for assembly!

A wall of students rushed into the hall. In minutes, the whole hall was filled with pupils. I was so
squished that I couldnt breathe, and ended up stumbling into the ground.

It was just a cluster in here! All I could see was the shoes and the legs of other students. I heard
everybody screaming and cheering as they saw the mysterious man walk into the room. I tried
to peek up and grasp a hint as to who the guy was, but I was pushed back down onto the
ground. I was slowly suffocating.

Seconds later, I was pulled out. I could feel someones hand on me - a firm hand. I was pulled
back up, sweeping the dirt off my jacket, not caring whoever was in front of me. The hall
suddenly became still and the cheers all disappeared into the wind. I looked up and saw
everybody gasping. Their face was filled with pure disappointment, as if I had just disrespected
their entire family.

They were all staring at me, none of them making a single move, I had no idea why that was
until I noticed who was right in front of me.

Have a cleaner jacket next time! Having clean uniform is what you will have to have for a good
presentation, he said.

I was speechless. I didnt know what to say. How could I have done something so disrespectful
to my hero. I held my right hand straight up into the air, as if I was one of his comrade, Sorry
sir!.
The hall watched him as he made his way to the stage. Each step he took louder than the last.
The floor started to crack. Bits of the rooftop started crumbling, and the paintings on the wall
were beginning to tilt. It was like a huge bear was walking through the assembly hall.

He stopped, took the microphone, and began talking.

My dear countrymen and women! We are quite used to being referred to as monsters because
of our actions! But why are we considered particularly monstrous? To others, we might be anti
semites, however we are who we are because of the Jews! They lost us the First World War.
The Jews. They are the evil to our realm - the reason the economic depression began.

Now my friends. The great time has only just begun. Germany is at its awakening and I can tell
you, a golden age is appearing! Together, we will win over the German people. You are my
children. You are our generation. I know this is a tough time, and all of you have been
demanding for a change. You mustn't act yourself. You must obey, you must give in. You must
submit to the overwhelming power; you must submit to Germany. Only with your belief can we
strive to end the Jews. Only with you all can we strive to contribute and make this world a fresh
start. Our culture is dying. We need a boost. For Germans to live, all Jews must die!

When we were defeated in 1918, and Kaiser Wilhelm, our old German emperor, was forced to
abdicate, I realized it was the Jews had stabbed our back. All they do in the socialist and
Communist movements is lead a revolution in which they know Germany and the Soviet Union
would fall. They become in prominence through international finance. They watch us starve to
death. They dont care about us, they only care about themselves! These scumbags have taken
away our promised land, and so, we must take revenge! They steal from us, instead of learning
to give. The poor, all stranded dead on the streets. These Jews lack national loyalty - their
treachery, their degeneracy.

My childrens! Next to me I have a Jewish boy. He says he hasnt stole, but when I looked at
him, all I saw was a lying prat, and a stealing imbecile. I have now decided to give this young
boy a chance to prove himself, and so, I have decided to let this boy go. You see Germany! We
arent treacherous, we arent selfish and we arent a monster. But these Jews. Their pathetic
lies. We must prevent them from spreading and slaughter this abomination. It all starts with the
end of the Jews. They are the true evil to this world!

Everybody stood up and clapped. There were tears running down my face, and my heart was
filled to the brim with admiration.

Right after assembly, we were given an extra five minutes to prepare ourselves for class time. I
thought about apologizing to Hitler about my actions, so I went to the back into the hall to try
and find him.

That was when I saw him, he was about to exit the hall, mere moments away from disappearing
from my life forever. Hitler! Hitler!, I cried. I tried to yell his name from across the hall, but he
didnt look back. That was when I decided to follow him. I crept out of the hall and peeked
around the corner and saw Hitler holding a gun directly at the Jewish boy.
Please, dont shoot me, he said. His black eyes was filled with liquid fear and horror. Tears
welled up. His skull cap fell off.

My mind was suddenly bombarded with thoughts. What was Hitler doing? Why was the Jewish
boy there? Why is he about to shoot the boy? I was afraid to see the boys face so I turned my
head and looked away. A couple of seconds later, I heard a gunshot and when I looked back,
the boy was gone. I took a huge sigh of relief, then whispered to myself, I knew Hitler would
come to his sense! Hes not a monster. He only scared him away.

This was the moment I knew I wanted to become like Hitler, or at least to be one of his
comrades. To fight alongside him in war was my dream.

I flew off the ground and bounced back to class.

After class, I rushed back into the assembly hall and went through the back door. There, on the
ground, I saw his body. The jewish boy, lying there, not moving. Blood stained his snow white
shirt, his expression still, and shocked. He was just hanging there, out behind the hall. In small
words, written on his blood stained cap, I could make out four words, Down with the Jews!

There was no way, my hero, Hitler, would have shot the child. He wouldnt be so evil and filled
with hatred for the jewish. He would never go that far to shoot that child. I thought and thought
and came to the conclusion that it wasnt Hitler who shot the child. It was probably one of his
comrades. Yes, not Hitler! It couldntve been Hitler! Why would Hitler shoot a child? My hero,
would never ever shoot a child. The blood of the Jewish kid covered my shirt.

As I lie down on my bed, I remembered the image of the boy. The vision haunted me, but worse
till, was from that day on, I started doubting Hitler.

Chapter 6 - Saved

Its been a little past four oclock.

I awoken from a dream I never meant to have. I looked around and saw myself lying inside a
house. Next to me sat a table full with stitches. As I tried to stand up, I saw multiple needles
across my stomach and my hand. A towel was also strapped right to my forehead - soaking with
blood.

Behind me was a collection of food. I devoured the whole meat from bone to bone, forgetting all
about my own etiquette.

That was until I noticed a shadow looking over me.

As I bent my head to the left, I saw what looked to be an elderly. There she was, standing over
me. The darkness covered her face, but telling from the figure, it looked as if she was holding a
cup on one hand, and a shovel on the other.

She stepped closer into the light, hinting out a few spots every step she takes. When she
approached me, I could tell she was disgusted by something. I couldnt tell whether it was me,
but I noticed her staring at my Nazi badge.

Who are you?, I said.

I am Ariella, and you, are not welcomed here, she said. I was unaware of what she meant.
Was she once a soldier? A nurse? I was curious, but I needed to understand her more. I asked,
Why? Arent you also a German?

How dare you call me a German! You Nazis are treacherous beast who shift your failures on
other innocent citizens. And then there is your filthy rat Hitler! I hate everything about him - him
and his false accusations, the terrible lies!, she said. She was screaming in anger.

What do you mean his false accusations? All I know is that Hitler saved us from the Jews! They
are the ones who should pay!, I said.

What do you mean Jews? You think just because we do international finance means that we
are evil? You and your Germans, why did I even bother helping you? I should have just left you
for dead where I found you. I couldnt mark out any word she said.

So you are a Jewish? Good, that means I can kill you here!, I said. I was so angry. I couldnt
possibly live knowing that I had been saved by our enemies. I tried to assault the elderly but
was locked down by the stainless chains holding me down.

She looked utterly disgusted by me.

I tried to look into her eyes, but it was filled with hatred. Her body movement looked as if she
had vengeful intentions.

What are you doing?, I said. Her body as faced back to me.

Youre lucky youre still alive. I could kill you in an instant if I wanted to. She stared at me and
spat onto my face. The saliva flowed down my bare chest.

Then why arent I dead? Just get it over with! End me!, I yelled at her face furiously, wiping her
spit off.

The elder growled at me and went back to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Ariella came back
with more food.

She shut her eyes in anguish with tears rolling down her wrinkled face, I dont care about you!
All I want is vengeance for my son.

What happened to your son?, I tried to sound innocent and soft, but deep down, I was just
waiting for the right moment to strap out of the chain.
She swished her face away from me, then started moaning moaning, Five years ago, he was
brutally murdered. It was rumoured that he was killed by Hitler, but one thing we know for sure,
was that he was hanged in a school for the students to see.

Her lips were sore and dry. I didnt know what to say. It feels as if I know the boy. My mind
wasnt functioning properly. It serves him right! He is a Jew, and Jews are pathetic creatures.

There was a look of ecstasy on my face. I was overjoyed that he was killed.

I looked at Ariella and started laughing. The pain, the mess, the torture - they deserve this!
Ariella tilted and turned her head to me. The white haired lady was raging to the brim. She
stormed right out the house and slammed the door hard.

Thats right bitch! You better get going before I escape this!, I said.

A moment of silence overtook the room.

I was struggling to get out of the chains. My face grew rigid with fear, but it wasnt because of
the fact that I was tied up. It was because of the boy.

I remember who he is. I remembered what happened. I remembered why I doubted the "Mein
Fhrer." I lied there wondering about Ariellas words. I seen what happened. Adolf Hitler pulled
the trigger and left the boy to bleed to death.

An innocent boy was killed because of our doing. Maybe the Jews didnt nothing wrong. Maybe
we are antisemites; maybe we are monsters. I tried to not get wrapped with the fact that Adolf
Hitler brainwashed whole of Germany.

That night, I couldnt go to sleep. Ariella still hasnt came back. What if something happened?
What if the Germans found her? My mind was racing.

Chapter 7- Dream

I was back onto the battlefield. My gun had no more ammunition. I was in a group with four
more other soldiers. We all had no more resources.

A French soldier, a boy no older than fifteen with frightened eyes, held a gun at one soldiers
face.

We could not move.

We were all on a cliff. If he made us edge back bit further, we all would fall to our death.

The gun sounded, but it didnt come from his.

A few yards behind him, another German soldiers gun smoked from the opening. We all looked
at the French boy.

A hole in his heart, with crimson blood slowly oozing out. The shock on his face was disturbing.

As he collapsed, we all ran. But I froze.

Come on, Adalbert! One of them screamed.

I didnt care. I crouched down to the boy to examine his wound.

His breathing was rapid. Blood continued spurting out like a fountain. However his eyes were
not eyes of fear, but eyes of such pure hate that it seemed like as if all the worlds anger were
concentrated into that set of blue eyes.

Suddenly, his hands reached for my loose uniform, dragging me to the ground and my nose
smashing the cold hard dirt. He had one of his leg in front of him, about to stretch and push me
off the ledge of the cliff. I grabbed his shirt, rolled over him, and stood up. He was now at the
edge.

His eyes immediately turned back into eyes of fear.

Ne pas. Dont.

I did.

And that boy I saw as he left the ledge will never leave my mind.

The howl, shock, flailing of arms.

And that face.

That face, pale and sweaty.

No, no, no

I opened my eyes. Sweat beaded across my forehead.

Chapter 8 - Trust

It was morning.

I blanketed myself with the bedcover filled with goose feathers. It felt good to be in this sphere of
warmness. I sighed. It was the early morning, and judging from the outside, it looks best to stay
in this cosy cabin.
The hot chocolate I made was the combination of boiled stream water and a can of expired
cocoa powder in the back of the food cabinet. The steam rose and enveloped my aching face in
it.

The front door clicked open. I stood up immediately, abandoning the warmth I have been
conserving under the cover. The old lady carries a straw basket filled with herbs and roots. Her
hands had a number of bandages on them. Under my face that showed no feelings, my heart
sighed with relief and anxiety.
Hello. She said stiffly, without looking at me.

Hello. I said back. I turned around to go back to the warm duvet.

Wait.

Arching an eyebrow, I turned facing her.

Let me tell you a story.

And she started talking.

Talking about how her son was killed as a soldier,

her husband who was dragged out onto the streets and beaten to death,
why she moved to this remote island,
her struggles with relatives,
how she managed to survive the harsh winter on the island when she was still building the
cabin,
how she grew vegetables for uncountable times that failed during winter...

She talked until the sun was setting between two major mountains, glowing red as if it is like a
small child peeking through the shoulders of two adults.

I did not notice an individual tear sliding down my scarred cheek.

I did not notice my fists clenching.

I did not notice my breathing increasing.

But I did notice how I wanted to comfort her, tell her that everything is going to be alright.

But things arent alright. I am a German who hates Jews. She is a Jew who hates Germans.

Therefore, I cannot help her.

But
She helped me.

She brought me back to life.

She had a urge to stop but she continued.

I can try. I said confidently.

She lifted her head. Try what?

The words came out like a sputtering engine, but it came out nonetheless. I can try helping you
with everything you need help with. The uncompleted parts of the cabin, growing food, cooking,
building, cutting

I stopped when she placed her hand on my cheek . Now she had tears in her eyes.

She whispered.

Please, help.

Chapter 9- Depart

Over the next few days, Ariella and I cut up nearby birches, sliced it up, fitted it onto the roof.

I mended the fishing equipment and she sailed out to fish.

I hunted game and she bend down around the small hill looking for herbs.

I fertilized the soil around the cabin with leftover food. She sowed it and we both watered it daily.

Things improved.

Everything was really going to be alright.

We just had rabbit stew when we hear juttering noise of a helicopter above us. My mind froze
for a second. Who was it?

I ran outside. Among the dark cloudy night, I recognized the bright orange striped rescue jet with
the noticeable swastika sign on it. It was flying low, as if looking for something.

Or even someone

Without thinking straight, I ran inside the cabin. Ariella looked startled.
What happened?

I didnt reply. I went into the shed. I remembered Ariella placing a couple of rescue flares she
had on the boat when she came to the island in the box above the oak stand.

I reached up and grabbed one. While running outside, I ignored Ariella and set up the flares.

Throwing the flares onto the sandy ground and running away, I heard the loud bang as it flew up
into the sky. I looked up.

The jet began turning around. Slowly, it landed onto a flat grassy patch on the small hill.

I cried with relief. Two friendly German pilots came running towards me. The smell of another
pilot reminds me of home. I rushed forward to the plane, wondering what will happen when I
arrive back to Berlin, but something wasnt right.

I stopped.

I still havent said goodbye to Ariella. She has done everything for me. She was my mother. I
ran back to the cabin. I needed to say something.

I wanted to kiss her on the cheek and thank her for all that she has been through.

Where do you think youre going?, said the other OF-9 pilots.

My mind was empty. If I go to her, Ill reveal that she is a Jewish, and they would just kill her. If I
dont, then I will never be able to see her again. My heartbeat was increasing. I didnt know
which option to choose.

But for her safety, I followed the pilot's back to the aircraft. As I got into the backseat, I started
groaning. It wasnt long until a river of tears followed the sound. In a heartbeat, I was back in the
air; In a heartbeat, she was gone.

The urge and temptation of ejecting off the plane was high. I sat there helpless, wondering what
would happen when she sees that I have disappeared

I look down at the cabin one last time, and I saw her. Ariella was staggering. She was looking
up at me. Even in the dark light, I could see her tears flowing down. It was shimmering in the
moonlight. She kneeled to the ground, her hands clasped together, begging for me to come
back.

Oh how heartbroken I am to repeat such a tragic event. All the people closest to her has
disappeared, and now I will to.

As I flew through the clear pure sky, I thought to myself. Everything that has happened up to
now was just misfortunate. The Jews was never the reason why Germany fell. We were all too
blind to see it.

My view for Jews changed. The moment I met her, my eyes were opened.

I would never see Hitler, Jews and Germany the same ever again.

For something like this should never happen again in the history of mankind.

Adalbert (1925-1973) was a German pilot who worked in Berlin, Germany during World War II.
After his encounter with the Ariella, he devoted his life to rescue the Jews. Between July and
December of 1944, he issued fake passports and housed thousands of Jews, saving an
approximately 10,000 Jews from the Nazi concentration camp.