“Mom, what are you doing here?” I said almost incomprehensible.
“Just follow me?” she replied with in a.pathetic, raspy tone.
“I’m sorry Mrs.Frans, Eddy and I have to go.”
“Will you be back tomorrow?”
“No not tomorrow, I’m sorry.”
“Ok mom, where are we going?”
“You don’t need to worry”
As we left I thought. Not about where we were going but about what we were doing tomorrow in school that I would miss. But what I didn’t know was that I was never going to see the school again. Never see Mrs.Frans or my friends. Never see anything of my life again.
Then it happened. We had just entered our house and the voice of terror sounded.
The green police... That was the last I ever saw of my mom. The last I heard of her was the crack of a gunshot and a window shattering.
The ugly, rusted, smelly train screeched to a stop at the old rundown station in the place I once called home. Two officers wearing green uniforms went along the train opening the doors of the prisonish cars and almost as rehearsed in unison screamed “Erhalten Sie In!” (Get in). We did, regrettably.
As we were marched into the encampment I read the markings on one of the men’s arms, it read Grüne Polizei (green police). My horrors had been confirmed the Nazis had come to our town and killed my mother and now I was just aother one of their millions of prisoners
We were forced into lines and marched into the gates of whatever this horrid place was. In front of me two bickering boys were pulled out of sight and never seen or heard from again. By the time I got to the front of the line the man seemed frustrated and I was afraid, not of him but of my coming fate. He asked my age and sent me to the right. My friends were sent to the left.
“Don’t worry.” a boy a little younger than me peeped “The green police say that their just going to take showers they’ll be back soon.”
I wished I could have believed what he had told me but it was hard to.
Weeks of torturous...