I wonder, sometimes, how it all began. I wonder if maybe we really did do something horribly wrong to deserve this. Not me personally, but my people. The Jews. Maybe we did horribly offend Hitler. Maybe we did have some role in the fall of Germany in the Great War.
I try to remember what life was like before. When I was "Liat" or "Daddy's Little Girl" and not just a number. Sometimes those days seem like just yesterday. But others, like today, "before" feels like a lifetime ago. But it couldn't have been that long.
It started out innocently enough.... Hitler preaching about his Aryan race and "purifying" Germany. I don't think anyone took him seriously at first. After all, who would support him? But soon the changes began. First we couldn't have certain occupations, then we were forced out of our homes and stripped of all our rights as citizens. And now... Well, now we know what Hitler's "Final Solution" is all about.
As I march with my fellow inmates, I wonder what is in store for me.
I remember when I arrived at the first camp. The Nazis would grunt and jerk their thumb left or right, indicating which line we were supposed to be in. The man took a long look at me before pointing to the left. I never did see those who were in the line to the right.
I'm sure I wasn't supposed to see, but sometimes as I worked, I'd look through the hole in the wall as they brought in new inmates. The right line was always those who looked frail, or the children. I never saw them enter the camp.
I hear a fellow inmate groan, followed by the sickening sound of the guard's gun against the back of her head. I can see the new camp ahead. After what I've been through at the first camp, I don't know whether to pray I make it, or pray I die. Although I suppose it's too late for the later, as we are almost entering the camp.
The Nazis are dividing us now. He looks me over and quickly jerks his thumb to the right. I look at the others in the line, then over to the other line. I am amongst the frail and weak. It should come as no surprise.
I don't know what will happen, but I do know the fail and sick were never amongst us at the camp. There are rumors, of course, about what happens to the "others." I hope the war rumors are true. Perhaps Germany really is failing, and the war really will end soon.
I walk on now to the "shower." I can only pray that those that come after me will not suffer the same fate. I suppose it is true. I am His. Accept me, Yeshua.
Liat is a Jewish name meaning "you are mine."
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