Today is April, 1944 and something weird is going on today. while my family and I were hibernating in our homes all cozy, the next thing we know is that we are taking into a truck with other people. I was so terrified as if an Arrow suddenly struck my heart, paralyzing my body. Although I do not know what we have done or who these people are I am just happy to be with my family. I really hope that goes fine until I figure out what is really happening. My thoughts right now are telling me that we are being transported or something because all of my neighbors are all being taken from our homes and comfort. Everything just flashed before my eyes. At the moment, I am in a moving car with people I know and do not know, but what I don 't know is what is happening right now. My first question is why are we under the custody of soldiers, unfamiliar soldiers? The soldiers are wearing green Soldier uniforms, most with guns and some without them. It is unusual for unfamiliar soldiers to pick up a neighborhood of Jewish people, like …show more content…
I know now that we are being transported because we 're Jewish, but is it vacation or is it a bad thing that is happening.Since Robert told me that we are going to Munkacs , ghetto I wonder what that place looks like. If it is still beautiful, ugly, worn out, or average. If it is a vacation I will be satisfied and happy of decisions that the soldiers are making. If it is something bad, and I would be worried and scared and not even knowing it. It is just like what I have learned in school. when a rabbit 's is a big carrot laying in the field he is wondering if it is there because of the angel or if it 's there because of the trap. It would never know until it sees it. The same thing is happening with me, but it is real life. Like a rabbit I will have to trust things on luck in see if my thoughts are true or wrong. I really hope that they are true and it is a vacation come up, but if not I do not know what to do in that type of
In every soldier 's heart, it’s just as cold and sad as the snow around them. General George Washington took thousands of men across the Delaware River to Valley Forge which was eighteen miles from Philadelphia, in which the men wait. But Washington needs men to fight. And winter is coming brutal and with no mercy, are you going to stay and fight? Or leave to go back to a normal life?
May 8th, 1945 - Brent It has been months since I was captured by Nazi general, trying to save a Jewish kid. Gen. Jonathan McCormick has beaten me down to my last straw. My body is weak and I can barely stand up. I barely get food. Each person here at this camp gets one piece of bread per day.
Later on, the boys find themselves with nowhere to go and decides to locate the concentration camp (Biesiadka) their family was being held and turn themselves in. Shortly after the boys found themselves in the face of death. “A huge hole was dug and this was sure to be the gravesite for the sick. Sol knew that because Zygie had been on the sick list he would be put on the next truckload.” Sol planned for them to run away, but Zygie was too sick to try and escape.
A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier, Some of the Adventures, Dangers, Sufferings by Joseph Plumb Martin, is a collection of tales starting from when he was just a young boy at the age of seven and quickly goes through his childhood on the farm with his grandparents on his mother's side. Mr. Martin describes his memories from a much later stage in his life at the age of 70 in the year 1830. This is the tales of the crippling weather conditions, terrible living conditions and war stories told by a young enlisted soldier during the war. Mr. Martin was born to a preacher and his wife in 1760 in western Massachusetts. The story begins when he was just a young boy who was sent to live with his grandparents on a farm.
Under slave-labor conditions, severely malnourished and decimated by the frequent selections, the Jews take solace in caring for each other, in religion, and in Zionism, a movement favoring the establishment of a Jewish state in Palestine, considered the holy land. The prisoners are forced to watch the hanging of fellow prisoners in the camp courtyard. They even hang small child. Because of the horrific conditions in the camps, many of the prisoners begin to slide into cruelty, concerned only with personal survival. Sons begin to abandon and abuse their fathers.
Before this occurs, however, the Jews are stripped of all of their freedom, belongings, and much of their clothes. Instead, the Nazis view them only by their Jewish heritage. This removes every person’s individuality, as they are defined according to what they have. The manner that the people were transported was through cattle cars. This was a particularly harsh and unhealthy environment.
It’s 1941, the smell is fowl, the scene is horrifying, and there’s fear circling in the air. There are thousands of innocent people here kept as prisoners. Forced to stay here and work because they are considered as Jews. They have been separated from their loved ones and they have the fear they may not be reunited. These poor people are fighting for survival and are barely alive.
When venturing through the tenement museum, the signs of Jewish Immigrant life in Industrial America seem apparent, with objects and decorations clearly denoting the Ashkenazic background. Whether it be the copy of The Forward written in a Yiddish type, a voucher for English courses written in Yiddish, or traditional foods, which the museum displayed as being bagels and challah, the signs of Jewish living are clear. But this is not the only location where we find remnants of Jewish life, as the Eldridge Street Synagogue has several features which personalize the space, and turn it into the intimate space that served this community. Among the clearest of these personal features of the shul would be name plaques denoting reserved benches for certain donor families, or name crotched into the side of a tapestry on a Torah scroll covering. Interestingly though, the most notable yet unseemly sign of once prevalent Jewish life that the visitor can see in both sites, are the creases in the floorboard.
I believe in the act of paying it forward, and treating others the way you want to be treated in the midst of it. Ever since I was a little girl, I always had a heart to help anyone that I was able to. I hated seeing others down, making it seem as if I was higher than them when I had nothing. I believed that if I was in their shoes, I would want someone to help me. Seeing homeless people on the side of the streets sad, hungry, desperate for just a bite of a sandwich or even a couple dollars to get them by for the next few days, made me realize how much I want to help people who are in need.
The year is 1778, the place is Valley Forge in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. George Washington and many other revolutionary soldiers are here. I am one of them. Valley Forge is a Winter Camp we have built to keep an eye on the British. Life here is torture.
For hours and hours the Jews were stuck in cattle cars filled with about eighty people, not allowed to sit. ( because they couldn’t) Standing in temperatures of summer, but that doesn’t even compare to their winter travels. It’s frustrating to think that they were treated like cattle and dogs and the Germans think their doing the right thing. ‘“There are eighty of you in the car,” the German officer added. ”
I don’t really enjoy picking fights, or committing any acts of violence. Truthfully, if I got into any type of conflict, my lanky body would probably give up on me halfway. That’s what my wife told me after I said I was going to be joining the US armed forces. “Mark, are you an idiot? You can’t even walk without limping, how will you serve our country?!”
Sylvia had playmates that she often played dolls with. One day, one of the girls she played with and was very close to disappeared. Nobody knew what happened to her or where she went, but they were sure the soldiers had something to do with it. The soldiers just kept shoving more and more thousands of jews in this harsh community. People often died of starvation, or freezing to death in their apartments, because they didn’t have heat.
From the moment I was born I was considered a military brat, I was born in Hawaii at tripler hospital because my mom was in the army and stationed there, my biological father was in the marines. When my mom remarried when I was 7, she married a man who was in the Navy. Everyone thinks being a Military brat just means you know more than other people because you 've been more places and seen more things and you get a lot of stuff you want. This is not true at all. Coming from a military background means you never have stability, you are held to a higher standard than all the other kids, and sometimes it makes you want to be in the military and only focus on that.
I was reading about how to war was going thankfully thing how i was not in it when all the sudden i see