Liberating A Death Camp
Liberating A Death Camp
I am a lieutenant from the American Liberation Force being sent into Treblinka, a Nazi Death Camp in northern Poland to liberate the Jewish and Catholic prisoners. I am in charge of my battalion and I am leading 180 troops into the depths of the camp to find out exactly how and why these people have been executed and worked to death for the last few years. Some of my troops feel uneasy about the mission but I must assure them that we have to secure the inhumane treatment of the prisoners. As we approach the gates to the camp, we smell a stench that is indescribable. Some Soviet liberators are already on the scene and some are outside the gates. They inform us that the smell is the remaining smoke from the crematorium smoke stacks; burned human flesh. As I lead the troops through the gates, we are shocked by the size of the camp. There could easily have been thousands of people in here, but the place seems empty. As we start approaching the bunker houses that the prisoners were occupying, I see a huge trench to my far left. I take a couple of my men to investigate and found the trenches filled with decaying bodies covered with lime to contain the odor. Tears filled my eyes as I saw children with bullet holes in the back of their heads. I would not wish this vision on anyone in my life. We counted the bodies and covered them with dirt while wondering how this could ever take place. What kind of sick people could do this to these people? We are interrupted to be informed that there are over a hundred people in the prison bunkers, barely alive. I call for food and medical supplies to be brought into the camp immediately. When I approached the prisoners, they were grateful that we were there, but to weak to show their appreciation. These people looked like skin covered skeletons and were lying in feces and vomit, to weak to move themselves. Some were collapsed on top of other corpses. My troops and I relocated the prisoners to a clean building and gave them water and the food that we had. Just then I heard shots ring out from the far side of the camp. I jumped in my Jeep and found three SS soldiers frantically executing as many Jews as possible in a last minute effort of genocide. I thought to my self how terribly brainwashed these men were while I unloaded my machine gun on the men. The Jews that were not executed were shaking from fright while I assured them that we were there to help them. Just passed the execution site, I heard men yelling in German and I took some troops to check out the scene. The German men were doctors trying to escape their fate. We took them prisoner and forced them to identify what they had been working on. I regret asking them this because of what was revealed to us. We found that they had been doing experiments on infants, including pressure chamber experiments, and how they reacted to different types of nerve gas. Pictures were all the proof we needed to prosecute the group of doctors and they were hanged on the spot. Outside the SS soldier’s residence, we found the broken skulls of babies that were smacked on the side of the buildings. By this time, my troops and I were all vomiting and hunched over, crying our eyes out. This is just too much for a person like me to take, especially in just a couple of hours. How could God put people on this earth that would do such horrible things? After awhile, we got up and realized that we were there for a reason and we proceeded with our mission. All of the German soldiers in the camp are dead or imprisoned. Now I must focus on the surviving prisoners. The supplies are arriving and some of the people are starting to recover quite well. We must keep them alive to tell the world about the horrible things that were taking place inside this genocide camp. My heart goes out to these damaged souls, but if the world hears their story, maybe we can prevent this type of human destruction from ever taking place again.