War Journal and Life Summary
By: Aidan Crean
Life Summary
Born: 1925
Died: 1941
Activism in WWII: Jewish Concentration Camp Victim
Notable Achievements: ---
Born: 1925
Died: 1941
Activism in WWII: Jewish Concentration Camp Victim
Notable Achievements: ---
War Journal
From: Howard Davis (a fictional young Jewish boy)
To: ---
Date: July 17, 1941
As a young boy I would have never thought for a second that the life I was living was one id miss. For as long as I could remember I’ve been dodging bullets that my poverty driven life has shot at me. Then my family and I were forcefully thrown on that train that led me and the rest of us Jews to our deaths which was when I realized just how lucky I was.
My adventure through hell on Earth began when they divided us apart from our friends and family. Men were put in a line and women were put in another while the handicapped and young were sent to the “showers” never to be seen again. I’d consider them lucky after witnessing just a few days of what the horrid place has to offer. After being registered armed men took my father and I to a bland room full of chairs and hairdressers who hastily shaved every inch of hair on our heads making everyone I once knew almost unidentifiable. We were then issued bland striped uniforms and sent to our filthy overpopulated quarters where many sobbed away their fears and worries until sleep took them. After waking we were then taken out into the court yard where we waited hours for role call in the thick snow, feeling my legs become numb. To keep my mind away from the immense pain I was feeling I thought mostly of what these men had in store for everyone and my family and what would become of me in the next few days. I would have never guessed that I’d be the last one alive in my family. After witnessing my mother’s and father’s public execution as a result of their attempted escape and hearing of my little sister’s I feel nothing except for hatred. I want these men dead more than anything in the world, yet I must work for them out of fear of my own death.
I’m nothing but a coward.
From: Howard Davis (a fictional young Jewish boy)
To: Pablo Fredrick
Date: July 20, 1941
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"Ok i gt the bob-pins. thx fr teachn me how to use thm. I wll b out of hr in aprx 5 hrs at snset. c u at the gt. brng wppns jus n cas thngs gt "cmplicated""
From: Howard Davis (a fictional young Jewish boy)
To: ---
Date: July 17, 1941
As a young boy I would have never thought for a second that the life I was living was one id miss. For as long as I could remember I’ve been dodging bullets that my poverty driven life has shot at me. Then my family and I were forcefully thrown on that train that led me and the rest of us Jews to our deaths which was when I realized just how lucky I was.
My adventure through hell on Earth began when they divided us apart from our friends and family. Men were put in a line and women were put in another while the handicapped and young were sent to the “showers” never to be seen again. I’d consider them lucky after witnessing just a few days of what the horrid place has to offer. After being registered armed men took my father and I to a bland room full of chairs and hairdressers who hastily shaved every inch of hair on our heads making everyone I once knew almost unidentifiable. We were then issued bland striped uniforms and sent to our filthy overpopulated quarters where many sobbed away their fears and worries until sleep took them. After waking we were then taken out into the court yard where we waited hours for role call in the thick snow, feeling my legs become numb. To keep my mind away from the immense pain I was feeling I thought mostly of what these men had in store for everyone and my family and what would become of me in the next few days. I would have never guessed that I’d be the last one alive in my family. After witnessing my mother’s and father’s public execution as a result of their attempted escape and hearing of my little sister’s I feel nothing except for hatred. I want these men dead more than anything in the world, yet I must work for them out of fear of my own death.
I’m nothing but a coward.
From: Howard Davis (a fictional young Jewish boy)
To: Pablo Fredrick
Date: July 20, 1941
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"Ok i gt the bob-pins. thx fr teachn me how to use thm. I wll b out of hr in aprx 5 hrs at snset. c u at the gt. brng wppns jus n cas thngs gt "cmplicated""