The Soviet Army has encircled Hungary’s capital city, and its generals are impatient: Comrade Stalin has ordered them to crush Budapest’s defenses without delay because he wants his soldiers to reach Berlin before the Americans get there and Budapest is in his Army’s way.
The shelling is intense and becoming more deadly by the day as the Russian field-guns tighten their grip on the beleaguered city.
I find myself having to take refuge at my Godfather’s home because, five days before Christmas, I am sent home from boarding school – the authorities had ordered the French Marist Brothers who were running the institution to close it within twenty-four hours which meant that they had to send their boarders home immediately.
And I no longer have a home to return to: my mother and sister have taken refuge in a convent already occupied by the Russians, and my father is somewhere in the Ukraine in a labor battalion.
My Godfather’s family, bless their souls, has taken me in thereby risking their lives.
It’s Christmas Eve and we’re all kneeling in front of a beautifully decorated pine tree. My Godfather, a devout Catholic, is leading us in prayer. Outside, in the pitch dark, the guns rumble on.
I look up. My ten-year old eyes search for the source of the sharp noise.
I find it and stare – transfixed, mesmerized, paralyzed – at the most ugly object I had ever seen until then in my short life.
THE PROTRUDING GREY SNUB NOSE OF A SOVIET MORTAR SHELL THAT HAD PENETRATED THE WALL OF OUR BUILDING JUST ABOVE OUR WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TREE.
I wait, frozen, immobile, for the explosion that would kill us all.
IT NEVER COMES.
That happened seventy-six years ago. All I have to do now is to survive Covid.
A great story, just in time to lift the spirits. Be well, old chum!
I think a lot about what you and my dad had to go through in 1944. Puts a lot of things in perspective to think that Covid is a ‘walk in the park’ in comparaison to the atrocities of WW2. Thanks for sharing Robert. God bless you and your family.
My story is very similar
Hope you and yours are doing well, Robert. Happy Holidays!
Everyone who is complaining about the hardships imposed by covid isolation
requirements should read this and be grateful
We weren’t occupied by the Russians yet: we were caught between the Russian and German lines and shot at from both sides. On Christmas Eve, one wall of the refectory where the children were being given little gifts,(rosaries, missiles, images of saints), was blown in just as we were being hustled out. Next morning, there was no convent, just a staircase leading nowhere. We spent the next 6 weeks in the cellar where my mother, grand-mother and I slept in a table turned upside down. There was nothing to eat but a few brown beans cooked in snow. The brave nuns went out into the fields on both sides every night and collected all the wounded and looked after them. So when the Russians finally did occupy us, they hurt no-one and even shared their meager rations with the children because there were only a couple of sacks of beans left for all the nuns and refugees.