Jesus Died for Everyone....Even a Nazi....

I had the privilege of working with this great playwright from the mere concept of this story to the finished play through my Online Christian Playwriting Class. I have learnt as much from her as she has learnt from me and we now have the privilege to offer this fantastic historical play to you.

The Story...

There is much to learn from this story as it seeks to expose us to a time in our history that may well be fast becoming forgotten. But it extends itself beyond the time of World War II. It examines people of different races, with differing beliefs and values and as their individual cultures collide...these characters will learn that...

"... the one thing all men, all races, all cultures have in common is Jesus Christ...the man who died for everyone."

The Setting....

This Play takes place in Sicily during WW2.  The stage can be set up in three sections:  A town scene, a countryside scene, and the outside of a resort type look.  It can be done very simply and inexpensively.  Then simple changes of exterior furniture can work for the entire play.  Some sort of replica of a command car (even cardboard will work) can be permanently set up on the stage—no real driving is necessary.  It will have to appear that the “leather” has been cut off the seats, and later reinstalled as a different colour.

Length: 90 Minutes
Cast: 4 males (Including a 12 year old)
Audience: Adults
Genre: War Drama

Sample Scenes

(KEN, RICK, and PETER walk into town.  Extras of town’s people should be passing along and carrying on their lives.  Then the 3 run into some pretty young ladies.  The men eye the girls very closely.  The girls flirt back and giggle a little.)

KEN:            Ah, Sicily.  I love this country. Just look at a small sample of
their outstanding exports, will ya?  Man, that beats Montana’s
by far.

RICK:          I don’t know about Montana, but it sure outdoes Washington’s apples.

KEN:            It sure does.  C’mon, let’s go talk to them.

RICK:          You speak Italian?

KEN:            No, but the language of love needs no interpreting.  They’ll get
the message. 

RICK:          They seem to be speaking it right now.

KEN:            Watch and learn, buddy.  (Starts to head over to the girls)
C’mon, let’s go.      

RICK:          What about your car parts?

KEN:            My what?

RICK:          The parts you need to fix your car?

KEN:            Oh, those car parts!  Yeah, I s’pose I don’t have time to fraternize with Sicily’s best, do I?

RICK:          Sad, isn’t it?

KEN:            Oh, I do hate missed opportunities.  I guess generals take
precedence over my love life—for the moment anyway.  Maybe we’ll run into them later. 

RICK:          One can only hope.

PETER:        (Points toward an old barn.) In that barn is some parts I think
you can use. 

KEN:            In here? 

PETER:        Yes, I’ve seen them fix other cars in here.  But they’re not
round any more and I’m sure they won’t mind if you use their
stuff.

KEN:            What?  They just left?

RICK:          Some of these homes were left vacant when they knew the      
Allies were coming.  They were frightened.  Propaganda told
them how evil we were. You know, the politics of war.

KEN:            Never had much use for politics before.  But there sure is a lot
of it, ain’t there?

RICK:          Politics complicate a simple issue.  Each politician has his own
agenda, and each country has its own agenda.  It makes
everything extremely complex.

KEN:            Yeah, I guess so.  Never cared much for politics or politicians.

RICK:          For a kid from the sticks, you’re a lot smarter than you look!

KEN:            Thanks….I think….

RICK:          (Laughs) Just kiddin’.

KEN:            Well, the place looks deserted all right.  I don’t see anyone
around.  The dust looks like no one’s been here for a very long
time.

VOICEOVER:  (Suddenly, we hear a noise in the barn.  KEN raises his gun as   they go to investigate where the noise came from.) 

RICK:          Have you ever fired that thing?

KEN:            Once.  At a pheasant.

RICK:          Did you hit it?

KEN:            Missed by a mile.  But it looks good doesn’t it?

RICK:          Well, I was impressed…until you said that.  Now I’m not so        
sure. 

(As he gets closer, they see a GERMAN SOLDIER.  KEN keeps his gun trained on HERMAN as he walks toward him.  HERMAN has his gun trained on KEN, but he is out of ammo.)

KEN:            Drop it or I’ll shoot!

(It’s a standoff and neither wants to put down their guns.  They stand like that for a few seconds.  Finally, HERMAN drops his gun, then begins to run.  KEN jumps him and they begin to fight.  Finally, KEN wins the tussle, and searches the soldier, then ties up his hands with some rope that’s conveniently sitting on some hay nearby.  PETER visibly acts afraid and  remains afraid all through this next conversation.)

KEN:            Great!  Now what do I do?  I’ve got no place to put a POW.

RICK:          I don’t know, but you can’t let him go.

KEN:            I know that.  Talk about your complicated issues.  All I want is a
few parts for this car, and I get a kid, a newspaper guy, and a
German soldier! I think God’s sitting up there just laughing at
me.

RICK:          So, you think God has a sense of humor, huh?

KEN:            Yeah.  Don’t you?

RICK:          Haven’t thought much about it.  Don’t think about God at all.

KEN:            Didn’t you ever go to Sunday school?

RICK:          No.

KEN:            Not even as a kid?

RICK:          No…you?

KEN:            Every Sunday, like clock work.  Mom insisted on it.

RICK:          What about your dad?

KEN:            He didn’t care much.  Said we could make up our own minds.

RICK:          And, what did you decide?

KEN:            Not sure.  I know it works for mom.  Just not sure how I feel
about it myself.  I used to believe…..

RICK:          So what changed?

KEN:            I grew up.  You know, things change.  I do believe there’s a God. 
But, not so sure about the rest of it. 

RICK:          Not that I haven’t enjoyed this little trip down memory lane,
but what are you going to do with one of Hitler’s finest here?

KEN:            Ah…bring him.  What’s one more?  I swear, I’m startin’ to feel
like the Pied Piper.

RICK & KEN:   (Laughing together)

KEN:            (Looking back at PETER) Are you coming, kid?

PETER:        (Nods his head slowly and follows behind them at a safe distance.)

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