Personal Narrative-The Polish Soldier
The Polish Fighters
It was an extremely dark and rainy night in warsaw poland. It was the first of august, 1944, and we were at the table eating dinner. My mom made a delicious shepherd's pie, with homemade mashed potatoes and fresh meat. The smell was like a field of flowers. We are about halfway through dinner and my dad asks me,
“Nic, How was school…” He was interrupted with a heavy knock on the door. BANG BANG BANG! Then we heard someone say “ Das ist die Gestapo. Öffnen oder wir brechen die Tür (This is the gestapo. open up or we will break down the door).” My dad quickly jumps up and opens the door. “Hello, how may I help you?”, says my father.
“You have five minutes to pack a bag full of whatever you want to bring to the ghetto.” …show more content…
We are assigned a room and given a small piece of bread. The bread felt brittle. I fall asleep and wake up to yelling and screaming. It was my mom and dad. They were outside on a wall with some other people. The was a nazi soldier standing in front of them with a huge gun. He pulls up his gun and starts firing at the people on the wall. The sound of the gun ranged in my ears. One by one they fall until they were all dead. My parents die instantly as the bullet pierces through their heads…then a minute later a wagon comes and picks up the dead body's and takes them …show more content…
He nods and we go outside and climb over the fence silently and run to a nearby forest. We run and run until our legs can't hold us anymore and we fall to the ground. We fall asleep and wake up early to continue to run and run. We do the same routine for three more hours until we run into a group. They call themselves the partisan fighters. They say that they dislike what hitler is doing and that they are all jews. They had some bread and five bags of apples. They tell us that they steal food from markets and that they are some people out right now getting some more bread because they are low. The leader’s name is Johnny and he told us that he escaped the ghetto five months ago and left his mom. He thinks she was sent to a concentration camp where she was
It was an extremely dark and rainy night in warsaw poland. It was the first of august, 1944, and we were at the table eating dinner. My mom made a delicious shepherd's pie, with homemade mashed potatoes and fresh meat. The smell was like a field of flowers. We are about halfway through dinner and my dad asks me,
“Nic, How was school…” He was interrupted with a heavy knock on the door. BANG BANG BANG! Then we heard someone say “ Das ist die Gestapo. Öffnen oder wir brechen die Tür (This is the gestapo. open up or we will break down the door).” My dad quickly jumps up and opens the door. “Hello, how may I help you?”, says my father.
“You have five minutes to pack a bag full of whatever you want to bring to the ghetto.” …show more content…
We are assigned a room and given a small piece of bread. The bread felt brittle. I fall asleep and wake up to yelling and screaming. It was my mom and dad. They were outside on a wall with some other people. The was a nazi soldier standing in front of them with a huge gun. He pulls up his gun and starts firing at the people on the wall. The sound of the gun ranged in my ears. One by one they fall until they were all dead. My parents die instantly as the bullet pierces through their heads…then a minute later a wagon comes and picks up the dead body's and takes them …show more content…
He nods and we go outside and climb over the fence silently and run to a nearby forest. We run and run until our legs can't hold us anymore and we fall to the ground. We fall asleep and wake up early to continue to run and run. We do the same routine for three more hours until we run into a group. They call themselves the partisan fighters. They say that they dislike what hitler is doing and that they are all jews. They had some bread and five bags of apples. They tell us that they steal food from markets and that they are some people out right now getting some more bread because they are low. The leader’s name is Johnny and he told us that he escaped the ghetto five months ago and left his mom. He thinks she was sent to a concentration camp where she was