Reply To: What Will Become Of All The Memories?

My grandfather was in Buchenwald during the war. At the end, he was taken on the forced death marches. At night, they’d find a hotel. The Nazis would sleep inside, and the Jews were locked into the barn of the hotel for the night.

One night, my grandfather was the last person entering the barn. As he walked in, the Nazi officer gave him a shove. He was just skin and bones, and was sent flying across the barn. He hit the wall, which was made of wood. At the spot he hit it, the wood was rotten, and he felt it crack when he hit it. He stayed pressed up against it for a while, so it wouldn’t fall. He told me that he knew if everyone started climbing out, they’d be spotted, no matter what time it was.

After a while, he let it down slowly, climbed out of the hole in the wall, and ran away into the woods.

That’s the first part of the story. I have to get back to some work, I’ll try to finish it later. It gets better.

Plus, I like keeping people in suspense.