Creative Writing: The German Invasion Of Poland

It happened because of the killing of a German officer, Ernst vom Rath by for a Polish Jew called Herschel Gynszpan (Moeller 105). I witnessed the frightful attack by the Nazis on places related to the Jews such as synagogues, their religious sites, and cemeteries (Bergen “Chapter 5”). All their shops’ windows had been smashed broken. The once graceful streets filled with shops have now been replaced by burned debris and fractures of broken glasses. The Nazis did not only attack their shops and dwellings, but they had also arrested and even murder huge number of Jews (Bergen “Chapter 5”). I saw a young girl being hurled down from a building. I wanted to help her but my timidity had locked both my feet on the ground. An owner of a shop had also been captured by the Stormtroopers, which separated him from his crying wife and daughter. At the sight of this, I thought of Bauer and became frightened for his condition. I leaped to his store, only to find an abandoned and distorted place. Fire has consumed Bauer’s shop, shelf was overthrown, glasses were shattered into pieces, and the safety of Bauer is the only one that I can hope for. When will this violence end? It saddens me to know that Germany is no longer the country it used to be, for racialism has covered it, and ‘unity’ has lost its

In the spring of 1944, the Nazis occupy Hungary. Not long afterward, a series of increasingly repressive measures are passed, and the Jews of Eliezer’s town are forced into small ghettos within Sighet. Soon they are herded onto cattle cars, and a nightmarish journey ensues. After days and nights crammed into the car, exhausted and near starvation, the passengers arrive at Birkenau, the gateway to Auschwitz.

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.

Hi Mom! Hope you're doing well. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing to you in a while, things have just been pretty hectic here. None of us have been getting any sleep around here because we are all stuck in these trenches and are always on guard. Every morning, we'd get up and look around. We always have to stay in the trenches unless our "leader" yelled "Over the top", which means the call to attack.

Roma Nutkiewicz’s book re-tells events of what she went through from her childhood, leading all the way up to the end of the Holocaust. Roma shares her personal account of what living in the Nazi-era was like. Roma explains how in her early years she was just like any other child. She never saw herself or her family to be different from other communities, because everyone surrounding her was Jewish. Until World War II started. Not to long after Germans started to move into Warsaw, Poland where she lived and everything in her life changed. In the beginning it started with curfews, then she needed her identification cards at

only for an hour or two but 1 day a green light gas came threw

Hello, this is Kelsey Maley reporting from a battlefield in France during spring of 1914. As you can most likely hear, the battle is booming behind us. The gunshots and cannon fires can be heard from miles away. From where I am standing one can also hear the cries and screams, and running horse hooves from the war below. Looking down we can see the khaki and grey uniforms either riding horses or hiding in trenches and with guns or swords. It is hard to concentrate on these men in uniforms because of the dirt and smoke covering the air around them. Walking up here is difficult because of the bumps in the ground. One may be able to feel the rumbling and shaking ground every time a cannon is fired. Each side is obeying the screams from their comandor

After the battle of Somme, I was alone. All the men I had signed up with were gone. There was no time to grieve for them; Our division had to meet up with the others at Vimy Ridge. Immediately, we were handed maps of the Ridge. It was odd. We all had our own map to keep and study and we were explained exactly what to do. We even had to go through a scale model to know the lay of the land. Talk about overkill. It was nerve racking because of our tactic called a Creeping Barrage. After firing shells at the Germans for three weeks straight, we slowly aimed higher and higher while we followed the line of fire slowly. That way, the Germans would not be able to leave the trenches until it was too late. In those days that lead to a victory, Canada

Russia was dreary and barren. It looked similar to America, the same yellow-grey hues that had been around for years. They approached a trench, his boots were coated in thick dark mud, making it hard to walk. The bags he carried on his shoulders were weighing him down. Consequently, this made him one of the last men in line. Suddenly, they found the muggy grimy trench, already there was a unit in the trench, they had been there two days before us. The men were cold, drenched and exhausted. Their eyes were soulless and their bodies looked disheveled. Two days and this is how they looked. Christopher’s unit climbed down into the rain filled trench, its murky waters seeping into their boots, fog stretched across the sky as they walked among the

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

I heard it. Beneath the ground, behind the walls I heard it. Echoing screams of sorrow, visions of the dead, a wildfire of disease, a contagious Earth. The scattered debris of humanity’s tallest skyscrapers crumbled in heaps of stone. The splintered glass of humanity’s greatest architectural feats laid scattered in on the roads. The canvas of humanity’s greatest artworks scraped beyond recognition and laid defeated. This was our future. Nothing could’ve prevented it.

Then he cursed as though he learned it from a manual for sergeants, and his curses merged with the metal slapping air sound of a prop turbine. Dad heard the Bunge’s voice sputter. It sounded as if he stored his anger deep inside him. In order for him to access it, he had to pump it out, using every muscle in his stomach, back, and neck. Sarge cursed, rocking with the effort until his voice became a high-pitched hum.

“I thought this would be a good idea for me. Also I did not want to be drafted.” Before he made this huge decision in his life he worked at a bubblegum factory. When he decided to join the military he was only 18. “I was probably the most nervous person there.” he said. Tom was very brave and Frank his brother was strong. They both went over to Vietnam and they stuck together throughout the war.

“Could that be an air raid warning?” He whispers, recalling that in World War 2 they would sound sirens to warn of the German planes in the skies,

About a week prior to the German invasion of Poland the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was signed on August 23rd, 1939 and marked peace and non-aggression between Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union and also asserted that either of the two parties could not assist an enemy of the other. The pact was of interest to Stalin because it “would allow Stalin’s Soviet Union to seize the Baltic states and Bessarabia and to say nothing of eastern Poland in the event of a German invasion from the west (Beevor A., 2012)” because the terms of the agreement wouldn’t allow for Soviet intervention. Since Stalin knew that Hitler