A lady sits by her fireplace on a dawn of a Saturday night in February, 1943. While sitting watching the blazing fire, she wonders "What is this world coming to, Is this a fight for life? A fight for death?" World War II was going on. She looks at her Star of David as loud knocks find their way on to the door. Some SS German soldiers barge in. After a moment of Audacity, the lady finds herself in a truck with 20 other Jewish people.
One lady Jew asked the lady, "So, how does it feel to be kidnapped?" I hesitantly replied "Kidnapped?" She laughed and then said, "You don't know a damned thing don't you, your going to Auschwitz". I stared at the lady for a moment, and said "Auschwitz?" TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter 1
-Separated-
We sat in that darn truck for days. We were occasionally were given rations of food. We were starved after the first day, at least they gave rations, it apparently was enough to keep our bodies to work. We couldn't use the restrooms though. It was extremely hard to live in with it ; It was extremely insanity too.
After 4 days of sitting in the truck, we finally stopped, a SS German Soldier gave us the first command, as we enter the "Auschwitz Concentration Camp"... As we walked, it seemed to be forever before we got our second command ; "Ladies to left, Men to right!" We had to follow orders. While I walked, I noticed a 12 - year - old girl break down and start to cry. A SS German Soldier beat her to death. I just lost all faith that impelled me, I seriously wanted to kill that SS Soldier. As I rose my fist, I was able to stop myself halfway there. Thank god he wasn't looking, or I could have just gotten beaten then and there! I give a long sigh, and walk towards another split.
This split looked confusing. I saw smoke one way, and clear blue skies the other way. I was actually scared to head towards the path with the smoke... Approaching the split, another guy, but this time in a lab coat asked me ;
"What is your age?" he said.
"Age?" I said, I had a thought in my head "Age? Why would he need my age, it must effect the path I'm going, so I'll lie ; "30" I replied.
"Are you well?" he then said.
"Am I well!?" I thought to myself, "ha-ha, son of a gun. Should I say I'm sick? Should I say I'm well?!"
"Are you well?" he then repeated.
"Yes" I replied choking on my voice. He pointed his baton towards the smoke.
I was freaking out. Am I going to die?! Is this it!? I slowly walked until a sickish building lay before me. I was praying to god. Not the normal "After dinner pray, or the thank you prayer, a I will survive, or die in hell prayer"...
That is... Until I noticed later on.
Chapter 2
--Taken away identity.--
I walked another 10 minutes until a line. Waiting 40 minutes, what ended up happening is they cut off our hear! Apparently, they were 'Lice' checking us! We are bald Jewish women, and it's not over yet! They tattoo are arms with a 6-digit number. I was 60067... It hurt, with the needle, must I explain!? After that, I though no worse could happen. Until I saw the Crematories... Yes; Those Hellish Places. Where all are mostly exterminated, burned, cherished ; all into ashes...
I saw little children burn in furnaces... Crying... I watch as 100's are murdered. Right in my eyes. How could this happen? Is this possible?
Yes, it did, right then and there. We were finally given a small barracks. It was kind of luminous. We were given commands endlessly!
So, how come? How come we must be here? That night... It was silent... Very silent...
Chapter 3
--Transported Again--
It was about 4 hours before another SS German Soldier came. This time, he gave orders ; "6 a group! Now!" We did just as he said. We were transported to another camp. But, this time ; we were given spare cloths, later ; We found that this camp was a rest camp. 6 days later, we were transported back to Auschwitz to work again. We would do prison work such as mine or break rocks, carry, and multiple jobs. If we didn't do it right, or was doing a poor job, you were beaten.
A guy told me while the Capo was watching all of us "try not to attract attention, this will avoid you being beaten!" I am thankful. Thankful of him.
Although the guy on my other side, tired up, drop the pickaxe. "You filthy damned bastard! Pick up the stick!" He beat the guy with a iron bar.
By @Little Link
