Battle Camp Narrative

We continue to walk to what we hope is West. Navigating my way through the forest is extremely hard. Everyone takes turns leading because that person had to clear paths for everyone to follow. Whenever it is my turn we seem to come across the most blocked off areas possible. Everyone constantly has to stop and help me clear the path. Sometimes, even with everyone working, we can’t get through and we have to find a different way. We are all working on a certain area when I hear someone in a German accent yell, “Halt!”
I am too scared to turn around but I know that we are in deep trouble. I am sweating like crazy and my heart is about to burst out of my chest. I am immediately forced to the ground and see that the rest of my crew is already bound by ropes. The …show more content…
I scream out and am horrified. A million thoughts are running through my mind and all of them are centered around seeking revenge on the Germans. I start thrashing about and trying to hurt as many Germans as I possibly can. When the rope burns on my wrists become too much I stop thrashing about and admit defeat. The Nazis take their time standing and lining us up. It is as though they have no idea how to properly escort prisoners, whereas this was one of the first things we had learned in battle camp. While I am waiting to be stood up I think about my family. I am thinking about my wife and about my baby boy who I have never met. I wrote Ann, my wife, many times back while I was waiting to be assigned. She told me that the boy’s name was Robert and that he was the most handsome boy ever. She told me that she couldn’t wait for me to get home. Now I’m not sure if that will ever happen. They finish standing everyone up andwe begin to march in the direction that we were headed anyway. We aren’t permitted to talk and we were to stay in perfect formation or else we were going to be beaten. We walk for three straight days and I am dying of thirst and hunger. We are only permitted to stop once at