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Narrative Essay On The Holocaust

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I am and SS officer. I was stationed at Auschwitz. More Jews were coming in every day. There were eighty to a cattle cart. There were so many families that had to go separate ways from one another. I had killed mothers and the babies and weakest of the men that couldn’t work. It was horrible, I do say. If I could say no I would never do it again. I loved my country and Hitler at the time, so I was willing to do whatever it took to get noticed. I was then stationed at a woman’s concentration camp. They all had gotten shaved, had no gold teeth, and had had tattoos on their arms. It was their identification code. They were so skinny it was just skin stuck to the bones. They looked like corpses, but alive. I wonder how many died soon after. I was …show more content…

We gave them soup and rations of bread. They had beds to sleep in. What was there problem. It was one normal day. The Americans were getting closer we had to move. When we loaded them onto cattle carts one hundred could fit into one. That’s how skinny they had got. Did I start to feel remorse. Sadly, no I didn’t, not yet at least. We traveled for five days. Every stop dead bodies were thrown out. They threw their own friends out just for more room. When we threw scraps of bread they fought to the death. All SS officers and people would laugh. They fought like savages. That is when it hit me that I now feel bad. When we had got to the middle of Germany and we unloaded, then there was less than one third left. A lot of them died along the way. Was it near the end, did they die before it was over? I believe it was the end for me. I overheard some SS officers talking about getting rid of one of their own. They had felt that he was going to be a traitor. That night they grabbed another man and killed him. He was working with the Americans. Three months later, the Americans came up and we fought them. I surrendered when they entered my block. They kept me as a prisoner. I had then betrayed my

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