The Last Train: A Holocaust Story

The Last Train: A Holocaust Story — page 7
Chapter 2 Oscar and Paul watched from a dusty street corner as trucks rumbled by Tall men with guns slung over their shoulders stepped past them Their faces were hard their eyes looked straight ahead Wide-eyed Paul munched on a piece of matzo as they passed Oscar who are they Paul asked Soldiers They look mean I don’t like them Oscar cupped Paul’s mouth Don’t let them hear you say that Why not Because they might get angry With his blue eyes and fair skin Oscar resembled their father while Paul’s black curly hair and brown eyes were like their mother’s Oscar bent down so that his head was level with his brother’s Don’t ask questions he said Just listen to me Yes Oscar sir Paul grinned But I still don’t like them Oscar sighed Paul was pretty smart but he liked to do things his own way As the older brother it was ten-year-old Oscar’s job to watch out for his five-year-old brother When their father left he put Oscar in charge of keeping Paul safe Apu told me to keep Paul out of fights and make sure he 14