Held Captive as a Jewish Prisioner

I saw a woman the other day exchanging what we here call, “a chance for life,” with a German soldier. When the deed was done he tossed her a slice of bread. When she reached for it she was shot, a risk we, as women, must all take.

I can here the sound of laughter off in the distance. Probably another soul being degraded and tortured. The woman next to me is ill with pains in the head. Her stomach is bloated and her hair infested with lice like many others. I haven’t showered in such a long time. I can’t wait for it to rain. Tomorrow we are to be inspected. I fear for my life. If the rain comes at least I can cleanse myself.

I haven’t seen my husband or son through the barbed fence and I fear the worst. Stanley will be twelve in a few days. It’s frightening to think I may never see him again. Izzy my husband I pray for. He isn’t a big man and

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I was told to put on this ragged dress, which I still wear today, and told line up next to the others. Yes, to live through this merciless hell and someday to be able to say, “I was there, and I survived. The fear of absolute self-worthlessness overwhelms me, and yet I try to survive. I questioned my life was I to be next. My locks of long hair were later shaved off.

I was loaded on a splintered boxcar with a hundred other Jews like me, and traveled here to the labor camp. I’m afraid he may not come back to me once this is all over. ”

All I want is to be with my husband and child. I pray I will not be the one to be judged. Several next to me got hit and I remembered their warm once living bodies slamming into me and bleeding out onto the floor. Once off the trucks we were separated once more into three lines children, women, and elderly.

Every night I crouch beneath the moon light and write. Someday, yes someday, I’ll be home once more. I pleaded and was struck in the back of the head.

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Stanley Izzy, Instead Ive, Jew German, , train stopped, try survive, popping noise, ----- jew, molded bread,

Approximate Word count = 878
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)

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