Silence
No Life, no words, no sounds. All that could be seen was death and space. A place that was once flooded with people, now desolate in the quiet and vast camp. Before all this I’ve seen and heard it, all of it, it terrifying screams of pain and agony, the machine-guns firing at fleeing men, the separation of families and loved ones. Men and boy are stripped of their dignity, and walking skeletons moving back and forth wondering where death would be waiting for them.
Sonder Kommandos
Forgive me, This choice was mine to make. To save myself and to continue life, I have chosen to do these tasks. Doing this may have temporarily preserved my life to return back to you all. Many lifeless bodies of children, women, and men stare at me with the face of fear and all I could do is thank God that your faces are not among them.
My eyes have seen the wickedness of men, the smell of smoke and flesh lodged in my senses. Please believe me that I do this out of love to return to your arms and regret to do this to my old friends and uncles. When this torture of continuous death is over, I will be returning to you. Wait for me. Your lost soul, Sonder Kommandos.
SS Soldier
“Remove your clothes and go in for a shower.” That’s the order I have given every minute. Women, men, children and the elderly stripped bare and sent to the chambers. I watched as they struggled to comprehend what was happening, and as the doors closed, I saw a boy, that looked no older than six watched as the door closed and squeezed his grandfather’s hand. His innocent, pure face frozen with terror and when I saw the doors started to close, our eyes met and something shattered.
I have never given any complaints or regrets of my position, but that small boy changed my views. I shook the feeling off and after twenty minutes, I looked through the small window and what I saw brought that feeling back to the surface. A pair of dark brown small eyes wide with terror laying underneath a pile of death and around me laughter. Was this what I did? Did I allow myself to murder all of the innocent? I shamefully wish that I had not joined this brigade of horror.
Death
The silence. It was time to move. The tears have stopped, and the screams have settled. A long fifteen minutes for their end to come around and no longer having a place to go back to, but to me. People feared me, some praised me, they say I am cruel, some say that I am a path to freedom. It is not my choice to make, but it is a task that I am left with to accomplish. My arms were open to gather those lost souls to lead them the last place they will every be. To lead them to the hope and dreams they have been waiting for, the dream of freedom.
Suitcase
I ran into my room, my mother yelling to pack as much as I can inside my small suitcase. While throwing my drawers and closets open, I was terrified of what was happening around us. I pondered on what to bring with me, having only enough room for five or seven items. I decided to take my doll that I had gotten on my fifth birthday, my bible, a dress, our family photo, one pair of shoes and clean undergarments. While my cousins were still packing, I go downstairs and everything was out of order, my mother rushing in and out of the kitchen to pack food for the journey, my brother was crying, and my father was packing work paper that he never needed.
We give the soldiers our luggage and get on the train. When we get off at the next station, we ask for our belongings but get rejected. I started crying, the only photo of our first and final trip to the ocean was so important to me. Father had finally gotten a day off of work and we had a fun time playing in the sand and in the water. A time we can never go back to.
Wiesel’s Father
I had to blink a few times to see if what I saw was real, my son standing in front of me. I felt pure relief that I had gotten to see him again. I called out to him, “Elie, my dear boy! How long it has been.” He smiled and came towards me with open arms. “Father, I’m finally able to meet you again.” This familiar feeling, oh how I wondered how I even forgot it. I started to cry, “Oh Elie, forgive me for leaving you alone in that forsaken place. I could not bare the pain any longer, but the pain of leaving you was even greater.”
“No, the blame is not your’s father, I have grown and shared the stories of us and those who have not survived. I have given my testimony to the evil and cruelty of the Germans and even now our story continues to spread.” All I have is my regret, he had always given me hope and believed that all would be well, but then I had given up to see the outside world again. “I thank you, my son, what I could not see or accomplished, you have done it in my stead. For that, I thank you deeply.