Charles sat huddled in the corner of a cracked brick wall, his clothes were rags. He was living in the Warsaw Ghetto in 1944.

"Hands up." Georg Schmidt barked, using his rifle to sweep across the group of prisoners. The prisoners, including Charles, reluctantly raised their hands up. The guard grabbed a few men aside and pushed them into a gas chamber (they called it “The Shower”).

"Take a shower." He turned to the other prisoners, "Go back to where you belong."

Charles’s father huddled on the floor. He clutched a stolen rifle. "Ready to kick some Nazi butt?"

Charles nodded. They and a bunch of other Jews were planning to break out of the Warsaw Ghetto. Today, at 5pm.

Charles’s father aimed a rifle at Georg Schmidt, the guard, behind a wall.

Bam! Georg went down.

"Quick!" Charles' father told his son, "Escape!"

Before Charles could even stand up, machine gun fire blared at them. They ducked behind a cracked wall. The other Jews answered fire. Guards went down.

A new wave of guards surged towards them. There was no way they could have taken them out with guns. With guns. Charles ran towards a rusty truck and started the engine. The truck roared forward, knocking the first wave of guards away.

"Son!" yelled Charles’s father, "Get out of that truck!"

Charles jumped out of the overheating truck as it exploded. The rest of the furious guards charged at the Jews. Their machine guns clicked to full automatic. Fighting broke out in the Warsaw streets.

Charles' father yelled to his son, “Go get backup!”

Charles ran into the Home Army’s headquarters, ‘GETTOUTANDFIGHT!’ he yelled. The Army charged into the battlefield, unleashing a wave of bullets.

“Backup!” the Jews said in unison. The guards ducked behind a wall.

“We won’t die as slaves!” yelled a Jew smitten with fury, unleashing machine gun fire at the guards.

The guards fired back, blasting a couple of Jews aside. Charles' father sneaked behind the guards, shooting one in the heart, and knocking another unconscious with a roundhouse punch. He laid another out with a spinning kick and left the leader sprawling with a punch to the gut.

"Fancy." admitted Charles. Charles and his father escaped from the window as another lot of guards noticed them. Before they jumped from the window, Charles pocketed a grenade. The guards ambushed the Home Army. The guards machine gunned the Jews to death, and advanced on the surviving group.

They ducked into a ditch and held them back. Just then, a guard pounced on Charles.

Charles screamed and threw anything he could at the guard, including the grenade. The line of guards was broken, and the Jews shot their guns at the Nazis. The guards turned their backs on the prisoners and ran.

“They’ll be back,” said Charles’s father, sighing. “We’ll be out of here by then.”

Charles promised, “I would sure enjoy the feeling of seeing these barbed wire walls torn down.”

The Warsaw Uprising