We Were Not Alone: How an LDS Family Survived World War II Berlin

It was thrilling to run through the deserted streets, the wind numbing our ears and tossing our hair about in untidy waves. I glanced quickly at Mother to see how she was holding up. Her face was radiant and her eyes shone. “Girls!” Mother cried. “Stop!” We all stopped, breathlessly looking at Mother. “The bombs will not fall in our part of the city tonight.” She began walking slowly, still holding my sisters’ hands as she explained, “They will fall over there, and there, and there.” She pointed to three distinct areas. After the raid was over, we went to the roof of our apartment building. On the ground beneath us, just where Mother said there would be, were three big fires burning, marking the places where the bombs had fallen.