Personal Narrative: A Day At The Concentration Camp

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It took me five days for me to get from California to Germany in a black and green camo B-32. We made a couple of stops on the way over there; so I decided to play cards with a fellow soldier on the plane, Mason Menendez. Before I parachuted Mason gave me an identical SS soldier uniform, so that I can get into the concentration camp without any ruffling feathers to get inside. I successfully landed on the DZ, and the rendezvous will be three clicks north in three days at dusk. After I put on my suite I started my way to Monowitz. I came across a cattle truck covered in mud and coal transporting prisoners. The truck pulled over to the wet side of the road and the Nazis asked me why not at the camp. I said, “I had to investigate a loud noise that sounded like a wounded animal near the concentration camp.” They took the story I made up and now all I have to do is wait until we arrive at our destination. …show more content…

After an hour of driving we finally arrived inside the camp and now I was in the eye of Monowitz. The Nazis debriefed me on what my job is, which is to look over the prisoners. I put my backpack in the locker they provided me, but I took my notebook, a pencil, and my camera. Nothing happened on the first day of the job. As I was doing my job I was taking pictures and writing about the prisoners shoveling coal into trucks, factories releasing black smog in to the air, and the little brick cottage houses. On the second day, a new shipment of prisoners

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