Looking back is like looking back into hell, gas, screams and death are forever, permanently in my mind. Every bang, every crash, every pop, my ears ring and I feel I need to run and take cover. The smell of gas makes my stomach turn inside out. But w hen I open my eyes, when I step back into reality, I find that the bang, crash and pop are all just my grand-daughter playing with building blocks below my feet, the gas is my wife turning on the gas stove top as she is preparing dinner. A noise, a scent, a glance, anything triggers my memory now days back to those days, back to those days when I was a Nazi Soldier.
I had just turned 19 when World War Two broke out in my homeland of Germany in 1939. I remember clearly the day my father came up to me and said “son, it’s your time, …show more content…
On my first day I remember walking down with my group to a farm, it was a Jewish farm. When we arrived, we were ordered to evict the family and send them to the nearest camp where they were contained, however when we got there the General ordered the family to line up and one by one, bang, bang, bang, three times in the chest for that one as we laugh away. Bang, bang, bang, three times in the head for that one. I was not expecting that to happen, the deadly screams that are forever permanent in my head ring and ring as the mother being the last one shot watches as we killed her 2 sons and daughter. It was as almost as killing was a fun sport and much to my disgust today I actually enjoyed it. We used to joke around with other soldiers about how many we shot that day because they didn’t obey or listen to our orders and that was the protocol. One day I overheard two Generals talking about the concentration camps, I heard vivid details of what happens to the Jews there, I heard things that other soldiers didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to know. Yet I never felt guilty sending them
I had just turned 19 when World War Two broke out in my homeland of Germany in 1939. I remember clearly the day my father came up to me and said “son, it’s your time, …show more content…
On my first day I remember walking down with my group to a farm, it was a Jewish farm. When we arrived, we were ordered to evict the family and send them to the nearest camp where they were contained, however when we got there the General ordered the family to line up and one by one, bang, bang, bang, three times in the chest for that one as we laugh away. Bang, bang, bang, three times in the head for that one. I was not expecting that to happen, the deadly screams that are forever permanent in my head ring and ring as the mother being the last one shot watches as we killed her 2 sons and daughter. It was as almost as killing was a fun sport and much to my disgust today I actually enjoyed it. We used to joke around with other soldiers about how many we shot that day because they didn’t obey or listen to our orders and that was the protocol. One day I overheard two Generals talking about the concentration camps, I heard vivid details of what happens to the Jews there, I heard things that other soldiers didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to know. Yet I never felt guilty sending them