The eyeball, glazed over, shifted toward me. Even though he was blind, he seemed to be looking right at me. Holding the gaze for what seemed like an eternity, as my eyes met his my heart seemed to beat as swiftly as the wings of a humming bird. I let the trap door down, stopping his heart with the grisly rope around his neck. This was the first time I ever felt sympathy for those animals those inhumane beasts, but as soon as the rope tightened these feelings seemed to die along with him."Let this be a lesson to you all, never even attempt what this man did or you will suffer the same fate", I said over the thousands of prisoners before me. All their eyes focused on me, I could see t ...view middle of the document...
These Jews, all of them, were very dried up; you could see almost every bone on their body sticking out through their pale white skin. Their eyes so sank into their sockets that they looked more dead than alive.Now it was widely known that the first commandment of this camp was a pedophile, he enjoyed bringing little children back to his private home in the nearby village. But once he was done with them he would torture them some would say or use them for experimentation. I hated this man but after all the horrible things I've seen him do to the prisoners this was the final straw. I watched as the boy's father moves his son in front of him to hide him from the man's twisted mind. But he has already spotted the boy and is walking towards the father, but he knows better.I see the boy's body goes limp as the father slowly turns around he reveals the lifeless body of his son in his arms. The first commandment is furious for the father spared his son from a worse fate; shouting erupts from the officer along with some blows to the prisoner. His skull is bashed in and the father is now down on his knees bleeding all over but not dead yet. A pistol is pulled out from the officer's belt and set down right on his heart. He turns my way, like he was expecting me to stop this senseless rage that had exploded from the officer and calm him down. But I didn't do anything, just watched disturbingly as the trigger clicked sending the bullet straight into the man's weak heart. I couldn't live with this; I knew that something had to be done.That night, again, I could not sleep. How it bothered me so, all my morals, all I lived by had vanished today. I was no more human than those prisoners, maybe even less. This had to stop, I knew, that officer was far too cruel, brutal and heartless to be living.I watched as the dark faded to dawn, I had barely slept at all that night but no matter I had time to think. The gas chambers had been finished and I was to help set it up, me and my fellow soldiers unloaded the motor. It was a heavy Russian engine with at least 200 horsepower. We then installed the engine on some concrete next to the gas chamber; I didn't know what it was. But as I repaired it for it had come broken, as most Russian things do, I began to understand.A mechanic was measuring the concentration of the gas and once it was all set up we tested it, but on humans. I had never seen anything like this before, about forty or thirty women were ordered to undress next to the chamber leaving their clothes on the ground outside. They were then driven into the chamber by none other than the first commandment who was proud and glad to see the chamber in operation, sickening. The motor functioned first in neutral then to cell so that the gas was let into the chamber. About ten minutes later the chamber was opened and the 40 or so women that were once abused and dying were dead. Some of the officers rejoiced while I stared disgusted and shocked, how can a human do this...
