June 8, 2012
"An S.S. was looking straight down the ranks at us now as a Jewish prisoner moved along and put himself in between Antonio and I. He was pushed by the others and would have fallen out at the end and been shot by the S.S. if it were not for us covering him.
Pleading he looked at Antonia and I - I'll never forget all this!
Antonio was Jewish too but that was not known! We would have been shot had they found him in between us!
Not a word was said and the danger passed missing a potential victim. The retrieved man (my dad's exact words - the wrong word but that is how he put it!) just looked at us and stayed with us for a while to disappear later!
After the S.S. had their numbers right they went out and we had another reprieve: we then descended to our blocks determined not to get up anymore, that was it, whatever was to come, this was the finale, them or us!
The ones left were the survivors and fighters left among us, the weak ones and the unfortunate ones had been sorted out but we were a pack of skeletons, an army of the walking dead.
In the evening, we stood watching the fighting now developing in the valley below. What a spectacle that was, guns blazing, spitting fire and brimstone, it was like a land and sea battle combined. People were still dying around us en masse.
I just about had eaten up all the little tidbits I had saved for such an emergency ................
To be continued
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