The Last Ride
Gidal awoke from his short-lived rest, his eyelids - peeled apart to reveal a scene that was none too familiar to him. He had been on the same train for three days, the sound of train wheels clanging was just white-noise. The outside world, only visible through small cracks in the wooden carriage. He was a Jew, like the other seventy who had been herded carelessly into cattle cars, treated as if they were animals – pests. He went to peer out one of the small cracks, pushing his way through the thick sea of hushed murmuring and melancholy faces. He traced the crack softly with one finger then peered out with one eye, lazily moving back and forth as he examined the scenery. It was beautiful he thought – it reminded him of his home, …show more content…
The Jewish man fell out of the carriage and onto the muddy ground, blood leaking from the hole in his head. The German commander holstered his pistol and wiped a small spot of blood off his chin. “You will follow my orders or you will end up like this man here”
It became silent, the feint sound of a pin hitting the floor would sound like thunder. “Single file line NOW!” The black clad commander shouted at the Jews.
Quietly everyone started to disembark from the carriage and sort themselves into a single file line, the feeling of solid ground was a relief to some - including Gidal. The commander spoke to a nearby soldier then ordered the Jews to follow the soldier. They were led to a big metal gate with the words ‘Arbeit macht frei’ written at the top of it. Gidal heard Shmuel whisper four words to himself “Work makes …show more content…
All men and children that can work to the left” A Nazi soldier barked orders at the long line of Jews. Slowly the single file line split into two. Gidal had moved into the line with the elderly and the women, after all, after fifty years of living he was more than sure he wasn't fit to work just like his longtime friend Shmuel. Gidal saw people reassuring their children, their family, and their loved ones that they’d see them shortly. Gidal, Shmuel, and the rest of their line got led past the large gateway and into a huge sprawling camp with barbed wire fences and guard towers everywhere. They were led towards a large low-lying concrete bunker which was located next to a large pit in the ground. Gidal and Shmuel both glanced at each other with the same trivial looks. The line halted and the soldier that had been leading the stopped and turned
Gidal awoke from his short-lived rest, his eyelids - peeled apart to reveal a scene that was none too familiar to him. He had been on the same train for three days, the sound of train wheels clanging was just white-noise. The outside world, only visible through small cracks in the wooden carriage. He was a Jew, like the other seventy who had been herded carelessly into cattle cars, treated as if they were animals – pests. He went to peer out one of the small cracks, pushing his way through the thick sea of hushed murmuring and melancholy faces. He traced the crack softly with one finger then peered out with one eye, lazily moving back and forth as he examined the scenery. It was beautiful he thought – it reminded him of his home, …show more content…
The Jewish man fell out of the carriage and onto the muddy ground, blood leaking from the hole in his head. The German commander holstered his pistol and wiped a small spot of blood off his chin. “You will follow my orders or you will end up like this man here”
It became silent, the feint sound of a pin hitting the floor would sound like thunder. “Single file line NOW!” The black clad commander shouted at the Jews.
Quietly everyone started to disembark from the carriage and sort themselves into a single file line, the feeling of solid ground was a relief to some - including Gidal. The commander spoke to a nearby soldier then ordered the Jews to follow the soldier. They were led to a big metal gate with the words ‘Arbeit macht frei’ written at the top of it. Gidal heard Shmuel whisper four words to himself “Work makes …show more content…
All men and children that can work to the left” A Nazi soldier barked orders at the long line of Jews. Slowly the single file line split into two. Gidal had moved into the line with the elderly and the women, after all, after fifty years of living he was more than sure he wasn't fit to work just like his longtime friend Shmuel. Gidal saw people reassuring their children, their family, and their loved ones that they’d see them shortly. Gidal, Shmuel, and the rest of their line got led past the large gateway and into a huge sprawling camp with barbed wire fences and guard towers everywhere. They were led towards a large low-lying concrete bunker which was located next to a large pit in the ground. Gidal and Shmuel both glanced at each other with the same trivial looks. The line halted and the soldier that had been leading the stopped and turned