Personal Narrative: The Holocaust

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I’m only 17 years old and it’s only the 1940s. Living in Germany I’m stressed out as if I have a thousand homework papers not started that are due tomorrow. my religion had put me in a state of trouble with some soldiers in green suits I dread to say their name but they go by the Nazi I was under their control because I wasn’t perfect I didn’t have the blue eyes or the blonde hair so they hated me worst of all I am a Jew and they wanted all Jews dead. I don’t understand why we are harmless people but rumors be told is that because Hitler believes we started ww1 and engineered Germanys defeat. Hitler is the boss the big man the devil over all the madness. One day just like any other spotless day sitting in front of the fireplace drinking hot cocoa full of laughter we sat but today The Nazi soldiers rushed in our homes uninvited and forced us out only giving us a small minimum amount of time to pack our belongings. Knocking over our hot cocoa putting out the fire and turning the laughter into tears. …show more content…

I could smell the aroma of death I was separated from my family and I felt like a caged animal so as I look around to try to find a familiar face over the millions of prisoners I could see gloomy frowns of sorrow from the torture their receiving I feel death as they push me through the room feeding me bread crumbs sending me to a small wooden pallet as a bed. Every step I take into this small room I feel death coming closer and closer everyday only to look over and see a room a room filled with gases that when my people come out choking they hit the floor and die right before me. A man tells me I’m located at the Dachau concentration camp and to get ready to go to the field to work. Just as I am confused on where my family is I am confused on if the United States realizes us or not but I hope that someday they would and come rescue us from these

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