“27.” I whisper ever so gently as I count the endless days from my point of no return, also known as me being seized into this painstaking prison camp by the soviets. I regret it, being a nazi; it hurts to say that wrongful word. Now I know how they felt, the jews, pent up in this neverending camp of mental and physical torture; pure, agonizing torture. I’m escaping tonight while the others are sleeping and I’ll creep in the cringing, captivating, calm night; and I shall do so with bravery, with might.
The time has come and my hands are trembling and my mind is being overtaken by loud, boisterous doubts that I can’t seem to control. But here it goes and just like that before my mind can comprehend what just happened I am running into a slit…show more content… My body is trembling, for today I will be sneaking and stealing gun powder and other weaponry for the Jews underground. These organization of Jews call themselves ZOB and ZZW. They are in the Warsaw ghetto where I have been currently ordered to carelessly liquidate. I slowly gaze at the clock, anxiously tapping my foot to the rhythm of its tick. tick-tick-tick-tick. It is time. I kiss my wife goodbye as I would going out to a normal day of work and pace myself when I get into my motorcycle as I feel like passing out and throwing up all at once. I arrive and hold my head up high as I walk past everybody and walk into the weaponry room marked TOP SECRET without a look of guilt so they assume I am allowed in their. I have been working on my poker face endlessly. I escape with some gunpowder and ammunition out the rusty back door and drive down to the ghetto. Walking down the streets of the ghetto gives me overpowering guilt, however there is even more guilt without a soul in street for they have all been deported to concentration camps; to death. Jews that are still alive hide underground so I slink down a narrow tunnel and hand off the
