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fine. Then I wondered if the Nazis tested some kind of drug or chemical on me, but they would never test us secretly. They liked to let us know what they were doing to us when they ran their experiments. Besides, it’d been weeks since they lined us up and forced drugs into our arms, so I was fairly confident it wasn’t an hallucination.
Whatever it was, I felt the urge to jump into that hole, and I don't know exactly what possessed me to do so. Maybe my mother or father urged me, or perhaps it was God telling me that I had a chance to do something to end it all. The reason to this day eludes me, but in just a short second, I found myself standing with Hitler in that small bunker.
He looked at me wide-eyed as if I was a ghost who appeared from nowhere. To him, it may have seemed that way, but I knew exactly where I’d come from. The fear in his eyes burned more powerfully than I'd ever seen in even the weakest of camp prisoners.
The man tried to run, but I grabbed him and threw him to the ground. As I held him there, a woman lay on the ground near him. It was Eva. It was rumored that she killed herself when she thought the war would go south, but it appeared he'd killer her. I don't know why, and I didn't care to ask. Instead, I reached up, grabbed the German pistol laying on the desk, and, without hesitation, emptied the rounds into him.
With his final dying breath he wheezed, "Eva."
When I stood, I began toward the hole in the wall but it disappeared. The wall reformed, leaving nothing but a calendar in its place. The date was April 30th , 1945. Somehow, by faith or fortune, I had traveled back in time. Even more of a miracle was that I killed the man responsible for changing the world’s future.
I suspect the reason I couldn't go back through was that the timeline had changed, and that particular portal would, I guess, have led to inexistence.
In this new time, my father was still dead; bless his brave heart. When I arrived back in Virginia, my mother waited for me. I couldn't explain where I'd gone, only that I wasn't home when she got back from her shift at the warehouse. I tried to track down Willy, but he'd died anyway during the final battles in Germany. No doubt, he went swinging like a true sailor.
I know this story sounds crazy, but I wanted you understand the role your father played in my life, and that he is the reason we are all here today. He gave me strength that day, for if I had never met him I might never have stepped through that portal.
Just know, Willy was a great man, and this story shows you how much of an impact he made in my life. I'll pray for you and your family, and you're all welcome at my home any time.
Sincerely,
Justin T. Walsh
Here’s Timmy!
Once upon a time, there was a man that worked and lived with his kin, and his family did not cooperate with him. Though his mother called him something other, he lovingly called himself Tim. He boarded with three others, his daughter Karen, his son Daren, and a wife named Kim.
Tim and Kim and Karen and Daren lived at odds with each other in that house. Tim had to work while Daren loudly played with his mouse. Karen always screamed on her phone while Kim cleaned and dusted their house. Everything was as it should be, but Tim could never focus, causing him to become a raging spouse.
One day Tim took the time to take Karen and Daren to a faraway park while Kim cleaned the floor. The kids played and played, and they played some more. Soon passed an hour, maybe two—maybe four. When they looked up Tim had gone, and they let out a loud cry as loud as a lion's roar.
When he got home, Tim axed Kim in the back. He gave her one, two, maybe four times the whack. With Karen and Daren gone, Tim hid Kim in the shack. An hour later, the bell rang, and behind the door with Karen and Daren there was a man named Zach. He took the kids into the house, and Tim began to yack.
"You see, kids, your mother has left us. Karen,
Whatever it was, I felt the urge to jump into that hole, and I don't know exactly what possessed me to do so. Maybe my mother or father urged me, or perhaps it was God telling me that I had a chance to do something to end it all. The reason to this day eludes me, but in just a short second, I found myself standing with Hitler in that small bunker.
He looked at me wide-eyed as if I was a ghost who appeared from nowhere. To him, it may have seemed that way, but I knew exactly where I’d come from. The fear in his eyes burned more powerfully than I'd ever seen in even the weakest of camp prisoners.
The man tried to run, but I grabbed him and threw him to the ground. As I held him there, a woman lay on the ground near him. It was Eva. It was rumored that she killed herself when she thought the war would go south, but it appeared he'd killer her. I don't know why, and I didn't care to ask. Instead, I reached up, grabbed the German pistol laying on the desk, and, without hesitation, emptied the rounds into him.
With his final dying breath he wheezed, "Eva."
When I stood, I began toward the hole in the wall but it disappeared. The wall reformed, leaving nothing but a calendar in its place. The date was April 30th , 1945. Somehow, by faith or fortune, I had traveled back in time. Even more of a miracle was that I killed the man responsible for changing the world’s future.
I suspect the reason I couldn't go back through was that the timeline had changed, and that particular portal would, I guess, have led to inexistence.
In this new time, my father was still dead; bless his brave heart. When I arrived back in Virginia, my mother waited for me. I couldn't explain where I'd gone, only that I wasn't home when she got back from her shift at the warehouse. I tried to track down Willy, but he'd died anyway during the final battles in Germany. No doubt, he went swinging like a true sailor.
I know this story sounds crazy, but I wanted you understand the role your father played in my life, and that he is the reason we are all here today. He gave me strength that day, for if I had never met him I might never have stepped through that portal.
Just know, Willy was a great man, and this story shows you how much of an impact he made in my life. I'll pray for you and your family, and you're all welcome at my home any time.
Sincerely,
Justin T. Walsh
Here’s Timmy!
Once upon a time, there was a man that worked and lived with his kin, and his family did not cooperate with him. Though his mother called him something other, he lovingly called himself Tim. He boarded with three others, his daughter Karen, his son Daren, and a wife named Kim.
Tim and Kim and Karen and Daren lived at odds with each other in that house. Tim had to work while Daren loudly played with his mouse. Karen always screamed on her phone while Kim cleaned and dusted their house. Everything was as it should be, but Tim could never focus, causing him to become a raging spouse.
One day Tim took the time to take Karen and Daren to a faraway park while Kim cleaned the floor. The kids played and played, and they played some more. Soon passed an hour, maybe two—maybe four. When they looked up Tim had gone, and they let out a loud cry as loud as a lion's roar.
When he got home, Tim axed Kim in the back. He gave her one, two, maybe four times the whack. With Karen and Daren gone, Tim hid Kim in the shack. An hour later, the bell rang, and behind the door with Karen and Daren there was a man named Zach. He took the kids into the house, and Tim began to yack.
"You see, kids, your mother has left us. Karen,
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