I've come to find over the years, that if you ask anyone on the subject of World War Two, they have nothing but devastating facts on death, or a tragic story of loss in store for you. It seems that no one was truly happy during the dark period of 1939-1945, as the whole world was divided against itself and left to mourn the tragedies it left behind. Of course, I could give you a similar story of my own misfortune, or what happened to the country I'd call home, but quite honestly I'd rather not. For the millions of happenings that went wrong during the time, perhaps one thing went right. The Second World War brought hardship, but by some ungodly fate, it brought me a blessing. This is World War Two seen through my eyes, and this is the story of that one incident that went right.