A Little Less Than Human
The truck I'm in is cramped and dark, I honestly don't know how many people are in it. All I know is that they are all the same as me now they're all, a little less than human. It takes another hour or two until we finally reach our destination, a Jewish concentration camp. I don't see how many others are in the truck with me until the doors swing open. Now it's just me and 15 other men standing in the cold rain with the Nazi guards dragging us into the camp. I don't know why I'm here or why they chose an American pilot to be put in a camp designed for the Jewish and other people Hitler imagined as "imperfect". I can't imagine why anyone would do this to anybody. I strike up a conversation with one of the other inmates.
The truck I'm in is cramped and dark, I honestly don't know how many people are in it. All I know is that they are all the same as me now they're all, a little less than human. It takes another hour or two until we finally reach our destination, a Jewish concentration camp. I don't see how many others are in the truck with me until the doors swing open. Now it's just me and 15 other men standing in the cold rain with the Nazi guards dragging us into the camp. I don't know why I'm here or why they chose an American pilot to be put in a camp designed for the Jewish and other people Hitler imagined as "imperfect". I can't imagine why anyone would do this to anybody. I strike up a conversation with one of the other inmates.