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Story For this blog, I am going to write a short story. It is about a WWII nazi work camp.
I woke with a start, there was a banging on the door of my apartment. I jumped up out of bed and ran to the door, "Open this door, or I'll knok it down!", yelled an Wafen SS agent. Samuel looked around the room, he knew it was the last time he would do so. Then he opened the door. "We have suspicions that you are Jewish, come with us." yelled one of the three agents. They could not know, he had to leave! One of the SS agents searched Sam's pockets, "What's this?" he tsaid, "ooh our suspicions are confirmed Kaptain Schubert. He is a Jew, take him to Archwitz!" They exited the building and headed for a train staition. "Sam! No! Don't take him please!" Samuel looked over, Mom! she was between two other SS agents. "Mom!" Sam shouted. They and many others were loaded onto a train and taken away to a nazi death camp.The cars were crowded and hot, 0you could not move without bumping another person, in this car alone there must have been 100 people. How cruel, thought Sam, we are being treated like hogs for slaughter, we need to escape! helooked around, the onlt opening wa a small window in the back, through which he could see a German soilder and another car in tow. No way out, he thought, I wonder if I'll live.
An hour or so laterthe train stopped and the door opened. everyone walked out and he could see other people with red triangles on their shirt walking towards the trains. as he left that area, he saw several SS gaurds directing them up to an entry. At the entry a Warden yelled for women and children in one line, men in the other. Samal stepped into the men line and was given a red triangle on his shirt by an officer and then they were walked to a vast courtyard where there were many dorm houses. they were directed to one and told to stay there till morning.
Sam met another prisoner and asked if there was a way out of Archwitz. the man laughed and said, "Sure, if you are smart enough." They got to planning an escape roue and agreed on a time and way to escape. On his first day, Samuel was walked out to the courtyard with many other prisoners and told to dig a pit, it was hard work, they were digging by hand in the heat and sun with little water, some died of heat in the first few hours. those who surVIved were led to the train staition. Just what Samuel had planed. then he herd, "Sam, you lived!" Sam looked up and saw the man he ploted to escape with, an American named Jack. " Well so far I'm alive". "Everyone listen up!" An SS agent yelled," When this next train comes, walk up and collect the bodies of those who died on the train!" after an hour of waiting sam herd the train's bell ring and started to walk up to the platform. A sleek black train came to a stop with a lurch and passengers poured out.
Samuel and jack were assigned to the same car and they hauled the bodies away for the first 5 trips then went back and hid amongst yhe trash and crates that were in the car. A few minutes later a guard came and kicked around the boxes, but, by some miracle, did not find them. The train started moving and Sam knew he was on his way home.
NOTE:
there are some german words in my story that apear to be spelled wrong but they are not.
Kaptain= the german rank equal to captain
Archwitz= The biggest Nazi work camp in germany during WWII
Many jews died in these camps, but none would come out as easy as Samuel and Jack did. most would die.

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