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the holocaust edited.

omggdariannnn · 2008-04-17T01:41:21Z

It is 1965, and I am now the father of two beautiful children, Sarah and Michael. “Let’s go Sarah, I don’t want you to be late to school once again. If you’re late, you’ll be punished,” I yell to Sarah. “Michael, Come on! Let’s hurry now!” Suddenly, it hit me. I flash back to 1935, the time of the dreadful Holocaust. I am walking in lines with many Jewish children, elders, and parents. I remember a boy I had met when we were on the crowded trains. His name was Daniel. I remember what had happened to him as we were walking. “C’mon let’s go, keep moving, hurry along!” yelled the angry SS officer. “Mama, Mama!” Daniel cried, “Where are you? You disappeared.” “Daniel, Daniel. I’m right here!” shouted his mother. Daniel quickly sprinted over to his mother. He couldn’t stand to be away from her. “Freeze, young man! Put your hands up where I can see them. Now!” yelled the SS officer. Daniel put his hands up and stopped moving. He was freaking out by now. He had a horrified look on his face. “Where do you think you are going?” asked the angry SS officer. He looked as if he was going to kill Daniel. “To my mommy,” Daniel replied, “I didn’t know where she was! I am only six, terribly weak without her. I can’t be separated from her.” “No! You must stay here, in your lines. Continue marching. You and your mother and all the other nasty Jews here will be walking in these lines, silently. Too bad if you can’t find her or you are separated. That’s your fault,” explained the SS officer. “But, but, but. I want to be with…” “No, Daniel. Stop talking. Shut your mouth and be quiet!” yelled Daniel’s mother. The SS officer had a mean look on his face. He was walking towards Daniel’s mother. He was furious. “Don’t say another word or I will shoot you, you filthy Jew!” he screamed. He kicked her hard in the knees. She fell to the ground. “Mama!” Daniel cried. The storm trooper quickly grabbed Daniel and threw him back into line about twenty people behind his mother. He reached his hand out to his mom as the officer picked him up. Daniel couldn’t reach her hand. After the officer threw Daniel to the ground, Daniel quickly glanced over to see where she was. She was crying on the ground. A new SS officer was standing over her, kicking her extremely hard and yelling at her, just because she was an old Jewish woman. Daniel started to cry. He couldn’t stand to see her hurt. Daniel turned away. He thought about never seeing her again if she had died, how painful that would be. By now, Daniel was crying hysterically. He turned to talk to the person next to him, which happened to be me. “What if I never see her again? What will I do?” Daniel asked me. Suddenly, there was a shot, then a scream, then silence. “Mommy!” Daniel screamed. “Don’t worry, son. Life goes on,” I said. He skulked away, wondering if that was his mother. Daniel says, “There’s still hope, there’s still hope.” He kept reiterating that phrase out loud many times. After three hours of walking, his line stopped. They have finally reached their destination, Auschwitz, a death camp. Sarah and Michael are now yelling at me to get in the car to go to school. I remember the last day I saw poor little Daniel. It was only until three years ago that I found out that Daniel and his mother had been gassed at Auschwitz. Some say they were gassed there because of how they talked back to that SS officer. I say they were gassed there because he was too young and his mother was to frail and old. I will remember that last day with Daniel for the rest of my life. See you and your mother in heaven, Daniel.

Ross

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Sun Apr 27, 2008 11:42 pm

Ross says... · Sun Apr 27, 2008 11:42 pm

VERY GOOD! Everyone's covered what I said. Just show more, not tell.

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You must never give into despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength.
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the holocaust edited.

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