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G-3 Jones The DAD We made is to our barracks today they woke us early in the mornign and made us run fas across to another concentration camp we satied there for a wile and was not put into a special skills worker group me and my son got put into a a group with easy work and not more food my son has a gold crown that the dentist tried to take but he got out of doing it. G-3 Jones i am the dad Today we went on the rail car and we were on our way to some place that i have never been to my son is strong and i am with my son wif and daughter we show up at our destanation hungry and tired the old lady was yealling fire the whole way here. we get off the car and they tell us that the men and woman have to separate they take us in different directions wondering if i will ever see my wife or daughter again we take off the other way this man stops me and my son he asks my son how old heis my son replys "i am 15" the man says "no your 18 tell all you are 18" The man turns to talk to me he asks, " How old are you". I tell him,"i am 50". He says,"no you are 40 tell all that you are 40." we walk a little longer a guard asks me and my son how old we are we reply with the ages that the man told us to say and he lets us through not know what will happen to us we head off twords the flames. G-3 Jones im the dad My boy and i are scared i have to show bravery for him the nazis invated my town tore faimals apart i have to be strong for my family. G-3 Kelley Elie's Perspective I was trying to study Kaballahism, but of course dad wouldn’t let me. He says that I have to be older, and that there are no Kaballhists in (forgot what town was named). I was trying to find someone to teach me Kaballahism, then one day Moishe the beadle saw me praying. He was teaching me a bit, when he and all of the other non-native Jews were taken away. A few days later, Moishe came back, with a horrible tale. He said that he was the only one to survive, that they had taken the Jews to the Gespacho, who had made then dig trenches, then stand in front of them, only to get shot. They were using infants as target practice. No one believed him, I barely did. The radio was saying that the Fascist party had taken over Holland, and when the Germans arrived, everyone was slightly tense. We had been told that they were horrible people, but we were shown otherwise. When they arrived, they stayed in peoples homes with them, and were never rude. The Germans actually seemed pretty nice.

I hope that this where this needs to be posted, if not, I'll get it right next time.

=The Nazi gaurds wife=

I was waiting up for hours for my husband to come home to me. I was impatient. I heard words in the air about shooting babys and killing innocent people. And my husband was out there? He couldnt possible do annything like that could he? His heart was to kind. He wouldnt. But yet he's different these days. He doesnt tell me anything now. Its like we are strangers again. When he finally got home I qustioned him about it. He confirmed what I was dreading in my heart. This was not the man i knew and loved. Who was he?

G-3 Kelley Elie’s Perspective All of the synagogues were closed. The rabbi’s houses were used for that now. The first edict from the Germans was passed: Jews could not leave their house for three days, under penalty of death. Later this day, Moishe the beadle came to our house, and said “I warned you”, and left immediately. Even later that day, the Hungarian police burst in to every Jews house, and took all of their valuables, saying that it was illegal for any Jews to own gold. My father buried our treasures before they could be taken. Three days later, a new decree was passed: All Jews must wear the yellow star, that way they could be told apart from the Germans…

G-3 Kelley Elie's Perspective We were now seeing the Germans/Hungarians true colors. They were transporting us, to where, we didn’t know. All we were told is that we could only bring one knapsack full of personal belongings. They were liquidating the ghettos one by one. Almost daily, we heard the call of “All Jews outside!”, and had to rush out so roll call could be taken. My family wasn’t supposed to leave until Tuesday. My father came running back one day, saying that we weren’t leaving yet, just moving to a smaller ghetto, for now. We finally got taken away, and shoved into a small, crowded train car. There was barely even room to breathe. After a few days, we arrived in a train station. The doors were opened, and food and water (though minimal, it was very nice to finally have some sustenance) was passed around. We were told that if any of us were to escape from the train, all of us would be shot. They nailed the doors shut. After not long, one of the women on the “voyage” with us, Mrs. Schatner, starting screaming “Fire! Fire! Jews, can’t you see the flames? Fire!”. She wouldn’t stop, so some of the other passengers finally bound and gagged her. After a while, she broke free of her bonds, and again started screaming “Fire! Fire! Jews, can’t you see the flames? Fire!”. She was then silent. After a few more days of travel, she started screaming again. This time, we saw the fire. We were in Auschwitz. We got off the train and were told men to the left, women to the right. I was separated from my mother and sisters, little did I know I would never see them again. When we got to our first barracks, one of the older men asked me how old I was, I said 15. He told me I was 18. He looked at my father, and asked the same question, and my father said he was 50. The man bluntly said no, you’re 40. Another came up to us and started ranting, saying that we shouldn’t have come here (like we did by our own choice). He told us that the smoke stacks and chimneys were from the crematorium. We went outside, and one of the doctors was making his “rounds”. He got to me and asked my age, was I in good health, and my occupation. I decided to listen to the old inmate, so my response was 18, yes, farmer. He sent me to the left. I was so scared, until he sent my father to the right also. One of the inmates said that we were going to the crematorium, but when we headed over there, I saw babies, babies being thrown into the fires. We were sent to our barracks, told to strip, and to run. We followed their orders. We went to the barber, were (pretty much) shaved, and went to another barracks. We were covered in disinfectant, and ordered to shower. We were sent to another Gypsy barrack, and ordered to stand. We were in the mud, and everyone started to sit. We were told that we were in a concentration camp, and that we were going to work, or go to the crematorium. Once the officers had left, my father asked the Gypsy were the toilets were. The Gypsy looked at him, then hit him across the face, flinging him back into the mud. We got to our NEXT barrack, and had numbers tattooed on to our arms (I was A-7713), and were told the rules, this time a bit differently though. It could have been much worse. In the morning; coffee, lunch; soup, 6:00; roll call, then dinner, and at 9:00; lights out. A man approached us, asking for Wiesel of Sighet, we said we were, and he said that he knew our mother. He had sent letters, etc. We had never seen the man before, but lied, and said that we had received all the letters, and told him what he wanted to hear.

G3KIEFER NAZI GUARD

I was stationed in Auschwitz watching the trains come and go same routine every time! With the horrid smell of human flesh burning. I drug the big door open just to find 80 more jews! I announce to them that if 1 is missing they will all die. I closed the door and locked it as I would a prison cell. I walked some more down the tracks were there final destination would be! I yet again drug the door open yelling "all jews out!!" It made me feal powerful damanding them around! This group wasnt as dumb as the last, they figured out by themselves that men went one way and woman went the other! Families being split up was one of the worst thing to witness, but it made me realize how lucky I am to serve my duty for Germany! We ordered the jews to run alot! And I am one of the lucky soldiers, I get to carry a whip! I believe it was to increase my empowering skillset! I would always crack the whip and then say "faster!!!" It may seem harsh but we weren't the worst camp in my perspective, we forced them to shower and eat!

G3TOY Nazi Guards Wife

//A broken heart... My husband is no longer someone i can turn to.But i hold on to the silver string of hope i hold in the shards of my heart. i know that somewhere deep down inside of him he knows that what he is doing to those innocent people is wrong and so i hold on.All this sin pollutes the air and minds of people around me. I can no longer call myself proud to be who I am. There is talk of forgiveness... but can they really think that they would ever be forgiven fot beating and killing God's chosen people? i was asked if i could ever find it in my heart to forgive my husband... my response was "perhaps... If i could ever find all the peices of my heart when all this is over" I find myself dwelling on what could possibly be going through the Jews mind... i cant imagine the pain they must be going through... here i sit drinking tea and eating whenever and whatever i please while they are dying with what little they have. I weep for those who have lost their lives to the cold hearts of the un-caring.... How??? how couild my husbad the one who says "i love you" do something so wretched?, so heartless?, so horrible to people who deserve nothing more then love themselves? my life will never have the joy it once had because the scars run to deep now the pain they will keep. i can never llook at my husband the same way again.

// G3 Kelley Elie's Perspective 10/31/08 It was the eve of Rosh Hashanah. All of the Jews here gathered in silence, and started praising god. Why were we praising god though? Wasn’t it him that had done this to us? Wasn’t it he who had created Auschwitz and Birkenau? The “service” ended with Kaddish, and I went to go look for my father. When I found him, he was leaning against a wall. I stood there with him for a moment, until the bell brought us back into reality. It was now Yom Kippur. The Day of Atonement. When we were supposed to fast. I did not, as fasting would just bring me, and anyone else, closer to death. I quickly ate my soup and bread. On new years, the SS brought us a gift of short roll call, and quickly delivered soup. My father and I were no longer in the same block, and I kept hearing one word over and over, “selection”. We were told to strip and wait. My friends Tibi and Yossi were near, and said we should stay together, so we could stay stronger. The doctor came in, inspecting people, and writing down some of their “names” (numbers). When he passed Tibi and Yossi, I did not see him write down their names. When he checked me, I asked Tibi if he had written my name. To my relief, he said no. Afterward, I saw my father outside, and they had not written his name down either. A few days later, the doctor came back, and read off about 10 numbers. They were told that they were staying in the camp, and we were told to form ranks. My father ran back to me, saying that his number had been written down without his knowing. He said there was also a second selection. He came over, and gave me a knife and spoon. The ones who had not been written down were marched out of the camp. The next day, I was feeling sick, worried about my father. Tibi and Yossi tried to reassure me, and even the Kapo’s gave me lighter work. We were told the next day that we were to go back to the camp. The gates opened, and I ran to block 36. My father was still there, he had passed the second selection, and I gave him back his knife and spoon. Akiba Drumer was told he had not made the selection. He said that we would be gone in three days, and when we say the smoke rising from the chimney, to say Kaddish for him. In our own hell the whole time, on the third day, Kaddish was forgotten. We were getting less and less food, it was getting colder, and more unbearable. On Christmas and New Year, we didn’t work, and were given slightly less clear soup. Around mid January, my foot began to swell. One of the Jewish doctors said that if we didn’t operate on it, I could lose my leg. In the infirmary, it was actually nice. More bread, better soup, no roll call, bell, or work. I was told that there was no need for sick Jews, and that there were more selections in the infirmary than outside. The doctor came to me that night and told me that he would operate the next morning. I was left awake during the operation, and when I had become conscious again, I was told that everything had gone well. I was going to have to wait here for two weeks to heal. After two days, we heard that the Red Army was advancing. And that Hitler said he would have had all the Jews exterminated by the time the clock struck 12. We were told that that night, the marches would begin. All the Jews, except for those in the infirmaries would be evacuated. I didn’t believe that if this was happening, any Jews would be left. My father came to me, and asked if I could walk. He was going to get me evacuated with everyone else, instead of shot in my infirmary bed. My foot had not healed all the way yet, and the snow I walked on turned red. I was told to get some sleep, but could not. In the morning, everyone was dressed strangely. It was night. We were told block by block to march. It would be to us soon enough. It was pitch black, and we were being made to run, but why not? It got the blood flowing and made us warmer. We were running, and one man beside us collapsed. We got to an abandoned village, and I laid down beneath a blanket. My father told me to get up, for if I didn’t, I might not ever get up. With much reluctance, and pain, I got out of bed. I saw someone, someone I had seen before. It was one of the boys from Buna, who had gotten whipped. I went to where my father was, and called out for him. He said that he was trying to sleep, though sleeping was incredibly dangerous. The next morning, we went without breakfast. The bread we had from Buna was long gone. The Front was getting closer. We could hear the cannons. It was the next night on the train. I heard men say to throw anyone dead overboard, and tried to wake my father, who was asleep. I tried to get him to wake up, or he would be thrown out for dead. He wouldn’t wake. The two gravediggers came in, and told me he was dead. His eyes opened, and the men left.

I got near the end, but didn’t finish. I read the prologue, so I know that the father dies, but know no more details. I’ll update this on Friday, or whenever the last 10 or so pages get read.