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Ww1 Dialectical Journal

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Days earlier, I remember when the German soldiers rounded us all up. They shouted and demanded us to follow them; once we turned the corner, I saw them. The cattle cars that would lead me to my death. A few minutes pass and and all 80 of us are piled into the cattle cars. Slowly the train moans as it gradually starts to move and the farther we go; the farther we travel away from the only place I called home. I decided to close my eyes and envision this wasn’t happening, but I was awoken from my daydream by an ear piercing howl. My eyes shoot open and I spot a lady screaming, “Fire! Fire!” (Wiesel 23). While her little boy sits there bawling his little eyes out. My father walked up to her trying to explain we’d be there very soon, and after

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