“Forward march,” the calls rang out. They marched just as they were instructed. One foot in front of the other, over and over again. They were made to pick up the pace, and although their bodies were faltering the slightest sliver of hope in their hearts kept them trudging on through the thickness of the snow and lost dreams. I feel like this would be where my story would end. I would never make it to the end of the line, but they did. They kept going passing in an almost mechanical motion. Elie and his father, along-side the faltering spirits of millions of other prisoners, ran on. Despite their failing bodies, not minding the fact that those around them were falling by the second, forgetting the lost hope, all for a chance of liberation. …show more content…
These death marches seemed so hopeful to the prisoners because they thought this could be their one chance to escape this harsh reality. However to those of us that are looking from the outside in we notice that death marches were not for liberation from the camp but instead liberation from this reality, from this world. Although Elie and his father survived the death march the death toll continued to rise by the second, but who was counting at this point. As soon as Elie reached the end of this journey he realized that this was not a liberation trail because he ended up where he started. At a concentration camp. At least he was still alive unlike the majority of the prisoners forced into this march. If I was put into the situation that they were forced into, I wouldn’t know what to think, or what to do, or what to feel. I would be an emotionless robot just as they all were. Never really taking the time to think of the torture they were forced to go through. Death marches were not only a mountainous road dead ending at death’s door, but they forced humans to their absolute breaking point, to the point where death’s door was a gift waiting at the end of a long