This is the story of a Nazi Solider. This is my story.

By Awachtler

Fri, 05 Oct 2012
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This is the story of a Nazi Solider. This is my story.

The year was 1941; my blue eyes and blond hair seemed to be the perfect choice for Hitler. I was anxious. I never had really thought well of the Jews. But as I open my eyes I realize they were much worse than I had thought. As time went by I learned to dislike them more and more. We soldiers were roaming the streets hunting them down rounding them up and sending them off to a place they deserve.

I desperately wanted to go inside a concentration camp to see what it was like. I wanted to know what happened to them after I deliver them. One day I got my chance. The smell was awful but yet it had a pleasant beauty to it. We were giving them what they deserve. The burning flesh made my spine shiver as tingles ran up my back. They were being pushed and shoved into the gas chambers. One of the officers pulled me off to the side and asked if I wanted to be the one directing them. I said sure. He said follow me.

They were all screaming, thrashing and trying to get away. It was such a thrill. They were scared and we were the ones making them scared. I felt power knowing that I was going to see these Jews last. And that I was going to push them in. They ran most of the stores and shops taking peoples money. They produce nothing they just sell taking all the money.

They asked me to work there permanently. I agreed. But as the months passed by it got boring and it lost the thrill so I switched to a different camp. They shot their Jews by a pit and the Jew would fall in. Once the pit was full they would put lime over it and cover it. I stayed at that camp for a while but just like the other one it also got boring. So I switched to another camp.
At this concentration camp they would put their people in the gas chambers or shoot them and then burn their bodies. They would then bury their ashes. I worked there until all the camps were shut down and the war ended. After the war I wondered if what I had done and what I had felt was right. I decided I felt that I had done the right thing.

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Submitted by Bernard Shaw on
bernard shaw How perverse can one get. Writing in this way about so much misery and death. The teacher asking for this type of writing should be taken or should I say be forced to visit some of these killing camps. Belson, Mauthausen just a few to name. Perhaps he would get a different view about what children should write about. Bern

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Submitted by Awachtler on
That is the same thoughts my mother had.

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
that's an interesting point Bern. You aren't advocating that the subject is hidden from children though, right? Perhaps it's more to do with the quality of teaching here, than the actual subject. It would be interesting to see this in context, don't you think?

 

Submitted by Bernard Shaw on
bernard shaw I have no objections about children learning history. So grim and terrible most history is but to get children to write as if they were the murderers is not a healthy way to teach Children. As a young child in the orphange we heard all of the propaganda spread about the the people that believed in Judaism. Some of the word used Yids, four wheeled skids, jewboys were some of the milder terms. Why religion plays such a huge roll in ones life. I myself am I suppose an atheist or at best an agnostic but I believe that every person has the right to believe in what they think best. I too am against pushing religions to the extremes that cause such enemity. Live and let live has always been my motto irrespective of what one believes. Bern

bernard shaw