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    The “Attack” Trilogy: Cappadocia, Shkodra, Wuerzburg
    The “Attack” Trilogy: Cappadocia, Shkodra, Wuerzburg
    The “Attack” Trilogy: Cappadocia, Shkodra, Wuerzburg
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    The “Attack” Trilogy: Cappadocia, Shkodra, Wuerzburg

    By Catherine McGrew Jaime

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    What do Cappadocia, Shkodra, and Wuerzburg have in common? Across the miles and through the ages they have been the site of attacks: during invasions and during battles. We often think of those attacks in terms of the total number of people injured and killed and the amount of property damage done. But we often lose track of the individuals who go through the attacks – the individuals on both sides, soldiers and civilians alike.

    These three short stories look at historic attacks in Cappadocia, Turkey, Shkodra, Albania, and Wuerzburg, Germany through the eyes of a mother, children, a priest, soldiers, and more.

    Early reviewers said of the Cappadocia tale: "Great story of faith and courage! I really enjoyed it."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCatherine McGrew Jaime
    Release dateMar 2, 2013
    ISBN9781301483501
    The “Attack” Trilogy: Cappadocia, Shkodra, Wuerzburg
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    Catherine McGrew Jaime

    Historian, and Author, Homeschool Mom of 12

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      The “Attack” Trilogy - Catherine McGrew Jaime

      Introduction

      What do Cappadocia, Shkodra, and Wuerzburg have in common? Across the miles and through the ages they have been the site of attacks: during invasions and during battles.

      We often think of those attacks in terms of the total number of people injured and killed and the amount of property damage done. But we often lose track of the individuals who go through the attacks – the individuals on both sides, soldiers and civilians alike.

      These short stories look at historic attacks in Cappadocia, Turkey, Shkodra, Albania, and Wuerzburg, Germany through the eyes of a mother, children, a priest, soldiers, and more.

      The Attack in Cappadocia

      The Mother

      The day was cool and the young mother hurried through her afternoon chores. She looked forward to making the dinner meal over a warm fire. The stew would warm them all and she looked forward especially to warming her hands after the cold work she had been doing all day.

      As she hung the last shirt to dry, she heard it – the dreaded signal horn. The marauders had been spotted. She dropped the shirt, quickly grabbing the child next to her. Where were the other children? She had last seen them playing tag in the fields below with their friends. She wanted to go look for them, to gather them all around her, but she knew there wasn’t time. Praying they would follow their training, she grabbed the youngest and bolted for the house.

      She had time to grab the torch that hung by the door. With the torch in one hand and her youngest in the other, she quickly and anxiously made her way to the appointed meeting place, where a village leader was directing people down into their appointed areas of the underground city. She held her torch high, in her trembling hand, so that he could light it with his.

      She looked around anxiously for the rest of the family, but knew that waiting was not smart. The others knew what they had to do. With the torch in her right hand, and the crying child hugging her left hip, she descended the stairs into the darkness. She could hear the muffled noise of friends and neighbors ahead of her and behind her and hoped that somewhere amongst all of that was the rest of her family.

      The Kids

      They had been playing in the fields near their home, but the game had taken them further and further from their village. Just as one of the kids was about to suggest they head back, they heard the warning horn. The younger ones started to panic, but the oldest one put his hand up to hush them. We all know what to do. We have practiced this enough times.

      The youngest girl started sobbing quietly. But we’re too far from home. We can’t get back to our parents fast enough. They’ve been instructed to go immediately to the underground city.

      A young boy added quietly, And there’s not much time once the horn is blown to get to the entrance. We’re too far away.

      The older boy shook his head. We will do this. The older ones can carry the younger ones part of the way. We don’t have to get back to our entrance. I know where several others are, also. All of the underground cities in this area are interconnected. Come, we go now, quickly but quietly.

      With that, he hoisted his younger sister onto his back, and soon the other older boys were doing the same thing. The older girls each grabbed a hand and the small group followed their leader. Most of them knew of no other entrances and hoped that he wasn’t saying he knew of others just to calm them down.

      The two oldest boys led the group quietly among the boulders, trying not to jostle the smaller kids on their backs too much, and trying not to lose the group of kids trailing behind them.

      Where do we take them? Do you really know another location?

      Yes, I’ve seen an entrance about half-way up this hill, towards the rock castle. I found it when I was exploring one day. I don’t know that we will find someone there with torches for us, but it will take us down into the underground cities.

      The second boy nodded appreciatively. We can make our own torches and light them just before we go in.

      Yes, I don’t think we want to be wandering around underground without some type of light.

      Both boys turned slightly to make sure their small group was keeping up and then turned their attention back to the steep path in front of them.

      We’re almost there. See that ledge just ahead? When we get there I need you to climb up on it and then I’ll help hand the younger kids up to you.

      The second boy smiled again. Even in their difficulties his friend could be counted on to think straight.

      Hurry, we don’t have much time. Too much time has already passed since we first heard the horn. After each of the kids had been helped up onto

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