Number the Stars

by Lois Lowry

Annemarie admitted to herself, snuggling there in the quiet dark, that she was glad to be an ordinary person who would never be called upon for courage.

“I remember it was raining,” Ellen said sadly. “It was still raining the next morning when Mama told me. Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.”

Just likd when Zach died

“That’s the worst thing in the world,” Ellen whispered. “To be dead so young.

“That’s all that brave means—not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do. So did I.

and I want you all to remember—that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narrow-minded and prejudiced one. That is the great gift our country hungers for, something every little peasant boy can look forward to, and with pleasure feel he is a part of—something he can work and fight for.