Personal Narrative-Cold War

Ellie’s body could not tell the difference between hot and cold from the days of running the in freezing cold. “How was I to leave this warm blanket?” His body was at such a state he thought the snow was warm. I am surprised he did not get frostbites and his fingers and toes fall off. People did not have sufficient clothing to survive the weather, and yet they covered twenty kilometers by running. It was a miracle they survived, only their will to live kept them alive and not fall dead. Juliek who cried for his violin, made me realize that was his only possession of his own. People were not allowed to have anything in the camp, but him being a musician he was lucky to keep his violin. He may be one of the only few people who died happily;

Especially when the son attacked his father for bread, and even when he got it others started attacking him taking it away from him. Resulting in both if their death. What is more sad is that there is still people who would kill for a piece of bread. Though the situation is different there is starving people in this world who would do anything for food. If I was in Ellie’s position and my father was dying would I eat his ration? I’m sure my father would understand and would actually encourage me to eat the extra ration, but by eating that extra ration I would think I was killing him by not feeding him the food. Even though it wasn’t my fault, I would always blame

There was no energy left in him to shed a tear. He did not pray for him because he thought, what was the point? What will God do? For what God had put him through who can blame him. “ He had called out to me and I had not answered.” How bad would I feel if I didn’t answer the last call my father made to me. Yet for Ellie his father’s death was freedom, free from worrying and the extra energy spent helping his father will be useful to him now, free at last! His life only got worse, nothing mattered anymore. I would have given up the will to live. Everything taken away from me, what was the