Momma's Funeral
We thought it was almost over. That we were going to let us live. To be done with it. They knew that the end of the war was coming. The Americans, British and French, were coming. But that is when they came up with the idea for the solution of the final solution. The deathmarch.
I had never felt this cold before. It was cold so cold. But after all of these miles i began to not feel so cold anymore. Like I was in a trance. With momma’s hand in mine, we continued to shuffle our feet along the cold hard ground. Never stopping, for fear of our lives. We would hear gunshots around us as people fell, unable to carry on. But we continued. For the baby’s sake.
When we first arrived in Buchenwald, momma was already 4 months pregnant. She managed to …show more content…
I knew she wasn’t going to make it through the night. Finally she fell. “I can’t go on. Take him, get him to safety. Leave me behind. Survive this hell by remembering me.” With tears streaming down my face, I took him into my arms and stood up, trying to carry on. I stumbled on, trying not to listen to the scream as the gunshot hit its mark. The tears froze on my face as i walked. Holding him close to me, not to let any of us freeze.
It took a while for me to realize momma was gone. When it did i never stopped crying. Not once. Not even when we stopped for the night. The people around me looked on at me in pity waiting for me to give up. But i never did.
When the third day arrived we could see and smell the death of the camp we were to arrive at in the distance. As i hate half my loaf of bread and struggled to carry the baby. People that were once in my bunker began to notice and care. One by one we would take turns carrying him. Feeding him our rations. Making sure he was going to live. At one point he began to come down with a fever. We cooled him down with snow, and tried to keep him as healthy as possible. Everyone knew that we were almost free. So we had to stay alive.
I didn’t know where i would go once i was free. Momma and Poppa had died and I was way to young to live on my own. I hoped that one of my relatives were still alive. That they could take me and the baby
I had never felt this cold before. It was cold so cold. But after all of these miles i began to not feel so cold anymore. Like I was in a trance. With momma’s hand in mine, we continued to shuffle our feet along the cold hard ground. Never stopping, for fear of our lives. We would hear gunshots around us as people fell, unable to carry on. But we continued. For the baby’s sake.
When we first arrived in Buchenwald, momma was already 4 months pregnant. She managed to …show more content…
I knew she wasn’t going to make it through the night. Finally she fell. “I can’t go on. Take him, get him to safety. Leave me behind. Survive this hell by remembering me.” With tears streaming down my face, I took him into my arms and stood up, trying to carry on. I stumbled on, trying not to listen to the scream as the gunshot hit its mark. The tears froze on my face as i walked. Holding him close to me, not to let any of us freeze.
It took a while for me to realize momma was gone. When it did i never stopped crying. Not once. Not even when we stopped for the night. The people around me looked on at me in pity waiting for me to give up. But i never did.
When the third day arrived we could see and smell the death of the camp we were to arrive at in the distance. As i hate half my loaf of bread and struggled to carry the baby. People that were once in my bunker began to notice and care. One by one we would take turns carrying him. Feeding him our rations. Making sure he was going to live. At one point he began to come down with a fever. We cooled him down with snow, and tried to keep him as healthy as possible. Everyone knew that we were almost free. So we had to stay alive.
I didn’t know where i would go once i was free. Momma and Poppa had died and I was way to young to live on my own. I hoped that one of my relatives were still alive. That they could take me and the baby