This is a World War II Concentration Camp Quote written on a wall during the holocaust. My character, Johan Faulkner, has his treasured possession stolen by a Nazi. How does Johan manage to survive each of the beatings and starvation? Is it his treasured airplane that keeps him going or his faith in God? The last sentence in this quote is used in Johan's story. Where is that and why is it so important at that moment in time?
Find out in Flying Without Wings.
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