Narrative Essay On Night By Elie Wiesel

I remember the day that our camp was liberated so vividly that it is still earth shattering to me. Dead inside, outside too, I sat. I sat in a pile of dead bodies that used to belong to the many Jewish members of my community, and in those bodies, lay my family. In front of my eyes, I witnessed the cold blooded murder of my mother, father, my three sisters, my grandparents, and two of the boys I knew from back home. The day my camp was liberated, will be a day I will never forget. At that time, I did not know if I was scared, if I was alone, or if I was happy that I was finally free again. I, a 13 year old boy at the time, crawled my way out of the many arms and legs of the deceased that surrounded me and made my appearance in front of the

He continued to yell at me and swing, until I had had enough. I beat Private Gezer, I beat him level with the sand he laid upon. I couldn’t stop; I tried to protect his life and he did not understand this. Just like the many times before, such as with my other family, he betrayed me. So I beat Shimmy Gezer, I beat him till he could take no more. Then, I climbed off of his now motionless body and walked away to have a smoke. Decades later, I stand here in city of Jerusalem, my home of several years, watching Shimmy Gezer and his son Etgar from across the Mahane Yehuda Market. In the years after the war, many of us traveled to Jerusalem to begin a new life. Shimmy Gezer had opened a fruit and vegetable stand to make a living and support his wife and son. I had received my teaching degree and became a professor at the local university, where I work every day and come home to my wife every night. A couple times a week, on my way home from work, I stop by Shimmy Gezer’s fruit and vegetable stand to bring some home for my wife to make dinner. Since that day in the war, Shimmy and I had somehow remained friends. I still, to this day, do not know why Shimmy would want to be my friend after what I did to him. I can understand us being acquaintances, but Shimmy Gezer was my friend. I know this because every day since Shimmy had opened up his fruit stand, he gave me my fruit for