PRISONERS OF WAR i
It’s the 14th of May 1942, I just found a pencil and a dirty piece of paper lying on the floor;
Everyone is crying, whilst Daddy whispers to my distraught Mummy “we are just prisoners of war”.
It’s so cold my feet seem to be soaked with red;
My Daddy covers my ears with his hands, everybody is screaming so loud asking if their families are dead.
It’s so dark, through the wooden walls I see soldiers all dressed up in there army outfits;
A security light scans across the yard illuminating a sign at the gates, reading Auschwitz.
The door flies open, taking out the youngest children, they didn’t see me as I was hiding behind my Daddy’s leg;
A stern faced soldier pulls a baby from crying ladies arms, as she drops to her knees to beg.
But the soldier turns away, the babies and children leaving their parents without so much as a goodbye hug;
Through a gap in the wooden walls I see loads of empty holes in the ground, which have already been dug.
Through the wooden slates I watch as the demons pick up the babies by their tiny legs, smashing their innocent skulls against a wall made from brick;
The tiny bodies are then just tossed into an open grave, as I turn away feeling sick.
I must have fallen asleep, I remember dreaming of home, feeling the grass beneath my feet as I run;
My reality hits home as my eyes open, I’m lying on my Daddy’s lap, feeling the warmth through a gap in the walls from the sun.
Daylight changes nothing, except maybe my point of view;
Daddy is stroking my hair as he whispers in my ear “I am so sorry I couldn’t make all of your dreams come true”.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen my parents cry, this cold floor seems to be flooded with everybody’s tears;
We hear choking screams and banging coming from another building as Daddy once again puts his hands over to cover my ears.
After a few minutes the banging stops, as did the screams, silence then fell across the camp;
We all watch as the bodies are dragged out of the building, my tears fell as my heart sank.
I see the soldiers lining up dozens of men and women back to back over a huge hole, their hands and feet tied together with wire;
Each soldier then picks up his gun, takes aim and then in turn they all begin to fire.
Screams and gunshots sound out echoing through my head;
The soldiers calmly put down their weapons, kicking the bodies into the waiting hole, but some of them poor people aren’t even dead.
One soldier lights a flaming torch, igniting the bodies as smoke fills the sky;
With this pen I send a prayer to god “please don’t let this be the day that I die”.
The door to our hut swings open, a group of soldiers shouting that we need to strip naked for showers, after which they promise us all a hot drink;
My Mummy and Daddy hold me close, but as we are marched naked into the other building my heart begins to sink.
We are being told to walk forwards, as we enter the door slams shut behind us, Daddy picks me up and holds my Mummy’s hand;
As we walk further into the building I realise there are no showers in here, just huge tubes on the ceiling, I really don’t understand.
A strange smell is starting to fill the room, my Mummy and Daddy cuddle me against a wall as everyone starts to scream, banging on the windows and locked door;
Some people are coughing up blood and crashing down on to the floor.
My Mummy’s tears have turned blood red as we all begin to once again cry;
My Daddy has just kissed my forehead as he whispers to me “I’m so sorry but this is goodbye”.
I glance up, shaking Daddy “please wake up”, but he just slumps down to the ground;
Blood starts dripping from my eyes as I shake my Mummy, but even she doesn’t make a single sound.
Everything is quiet now, my eyes are closed so I cannot see the words that I write;
I feel my body is drifting away, it has lost its will to fight.
Everything is so dark, images of my life are flashing me by;
With my last ounce of power I cuddle up to my Mummy and Daddy, as I whisper out to them “Goodbye”.
Prisoners of war ii
It’s the 14th of May 1942, my daughter is writing, so I take off my jacket and sit next to her on the concrete floor;
I try to comfort her, everyone is crying as I whisper to my wife “we are just prisoners of war”.
It’s so cold, so I cuddle my beautiful family, tonight they will have to use my shoulders for their bed;
I cover my daughters ears with my hands as everyone is screaming so loud, asking if their families are dead.
It’s getting dark, I cuddle my wife as we watch our beautiful daughter peaking through a gap in the wooden walls whilst writing, using my matches for a lamp;
This morning we were free, but tonight our home has turned into the Auschwitz concentration camp.
I jump up hiding my daughter behind my legs as the door flies open, soldiers pulling out the youngest children without them even saying their goodbye;
One soldier pulls a baby from screaming ladies arms, as she drops to her knees to cry.
The soldiers slam the door locking it tight, as I glance behind me and give my shivering daughter a hug;
She whispers in my ear “Daddy, why are there empty holes in the ground outside, that have already been dug”.
My wife starts to get hysterical, I hold her tightly, kiss her on the forehead, she cries out “why is life so cruel and unfair”;
Just then my daughter turns around feeling sick, I rub her back and hold back her hair.
My daughter and wife fall asleep in my arms, I stay awake all night, thinking maybe there was more I could have done;
My little family awakes, as we see the light piercing through a gap in the wooden slates from the sun.
I feel like crying, breaking down but as I look at my daughter I think I must somehow stay strong for you;
I stroke her pretty brown hair, as I whisper in her ear “I am so sorry I couldn’t make all of your dreams come true”.
My wife starts to cry as she kisses us both, I couldn’t hold back my tears;
Then we hear banging and screaming coming from the next building, so I once again put my hands over to cover my daughter’s ears.
We all listened in silence, after a few minutes the screams died, until we realized what all of the banging was about;
We all watch through the gaps in the walls, as in turn each soldier drags yet another dead body out.
We watch on as the soldiers line up dozens of elderly husbands and wives back to back, their hands and feet bounded together with wire;
The hairs on my neck stand on end, as each soldier picks up there riffle, takes aim, then in turn they all begin to fire.
Just then our hut door swings open, the soldiers from before are back, shouting we all need to strip naked for showers, after which they promise us all a hot drink;
I pick up my Daughter and hold my wife’s hand, there is so much crying and shouting, I couldn’t even think.
A soldier shouts for us all to walk forwards, the door slams shut behind us, I pick up my Daughter again and hold tighter to my wife’s hand;
As we walk further into the building and see no showers, just fans on the ceiling, it dawns on me what the soldiers have planned.
I start to smell gas, my wife and I cuddle our shaking Daughter in the corner, as everybody starts to scream, banging on the windows and locked door;
I try to cover my daughter’s eyes, as people are coughing up blood and crashing down on to the cold concrete floor.
I kiss my wife and tell her I love her, I see tears of blood as we cry;
I kiss my beautiful daughter’s forehead, as I whisper out to her “I am so sorry my child, but this is goodbye”.
Everything then goes black, the last memory I have is hearing my Daughter cry;
I found a piece of paper and a pencil in heaven, so I thought I would write this letter from the sky.