Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25769703-20160114133724

There were three survivors out of the twenty four. Only three. Where are those three now?

This part of the document has been burnt off.

“Who would do such a thing?”

A paper had fallen out of the documents, I picked it up without noticing what it was. I looked at the date of publication 1941, but this document as a whole dated back to 1948.

The lights in the archives began to flicker on and off, the whispers of the lightbulbs began to create an ere atmosphere, I was alone. Nothing but my wedding ring to comfort me

“I clutched my hands together whispering into my hands “tomorrow you may not have a husband to comfort you, it was my sheer arrogance and foolhardy nature that led me into the archives to understand what these documents were.”

Opening the documents again there was a diary. While licking my lips I noticed that my nails began to bleed, my nose began to bleed. I turned around to look at the hall way. There was something there at the far corner gazing at me. I gazed at it momentarily reaching for the bottle of whisky in my pocket; I placed it beside me before taking my pain killers slowly placing it beside the bottle. I turned to the first page whispering word for word everything on the document. I left a voice recording if I did not make it… I took out my lighter…

Log 1:

“There was no heat nor sunlight. There was only a cage that barred these men from civilization."

Isolated in a bunker in Barrow, Alaska, in 1948, the men were concealed away, disconnected from society, during the last days of the Einsatzgruppen Trials. Each individual, 24 in all, has been sentenced to death. The recordings, documents, and images were found in the report carried out by the Warden. These documents highlighted many of the atrocities that had occurred as a result of the SS. They had taken part in the T4 program, which issued the systematic murder of the physically and mentally handicapped patients in hospitals. However, by 1941 the murder and killings increased. These soldiers recalled every act they had committed as they spent their isolation in what we call ‘The Cage’."

Before being put into the cage, one man cried out “We were told to do this against our will, what would have you done if you were chosen to kill?! What if your families' lives were at stake! Would you have done it? Now you send us to our graves. I have not seen my family for 10 years.” The Warden quotes in his report ‘I smiled at the young man, stroking his hair with my bloodied hands, knowing that he knew his punishment was near. The simple pleasure in punishing those who were in a no win situation. He asked me what would I have done. I replied with a simple 'Kill myself’. He glared at me, wondering why. I replied ‘Because what I am going to do to you is much worse than killing yourself. The Jews in the Ghetto suffered so much hell, but I will recreate everything they had faced with the crematoriums, starvation programs, everything! This will be done in order to drain the life out of all of you, until you confess everything, every last detail before me for I am your witness. There is no God, but there is a hallway and a chair where I sit upon and that is the end of it.’"

The Warden, also known as "The Rigid One", was the one man who was to monitor these twenty four men. He understood the various psychological damages inflicted by the mass killings. He accessed these medical files: watching them twenty four hours a day for the next twenty days. The warden’s cage, by the way, is a fortified cage containing two bunk beds, with not even a foot of space between the two. It had one toilet, no running water, and no food. It was not enough to fit ten men, but the warden did not care. He publicly executed the other 14 men for the world to observe in 1948. However, he kept these ten men for his own personal use.

The warden monitored their actions on an hourly basis. They were faced with not only claustrophobia, but also paranoia. These conditions that these subjects were cramped in were conditions similar or worse than the Jews of the ghetto. To add insult to injury, these men slept on top of each other."

The toiletry was rusted; there was no running water, nothing to bathe in. Food was to be served on every fifth day, so it constantly rationed. The toilet had been blocked so they could not escape through the sewage pipes. They were bare with no clothes and they remained in the beds until further notice.

Each individual charge is as follows: Crimes against humanity, war crimes, and finally membership of a criminal organisation, or in a different sense, espionage. Human rights no longer applied to these men.

Their behaviours was monitored in case something happened, they were silent not speaking a word to each other. “Schiessen!” (Shoot!} one said moving back and forth grabbing his ears. These moods had shifted day in and day out for the first two days four of the total ten played solitaire. They were calm, however the mood changed whenever a soldier began having a mental breakdown. It was like a chain reaction, one reaction triggers another it was the very same, like the components of the gun. Before they slept they held pictures of their family near to them…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">"What each of these Einsatzgruppen individuals did not know was that they were at the last days of their lives, ten days to be exact."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I stopped reading, I looked around the room, I could hear “Schiessen” being replayed in my head, “ten days!” My eyes began to blur, I put on my reading glasses as I slowly raised my glasses towards my lighter I could see the reflection of a mangled body behind me. I closed my eyes daring not to look once more and to helplessly read on…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">So..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ten days...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Warden log one, these are the facts and nothing but the facts. What you hear from now on is the truth.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Medical analysis of subject 1: He reportedly had nervous breakdowns over the executions. He recalled flashbacks of him strangling and murdering children, all in attempts to conserve ammunition.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Subject 2 began to squirm and have panic attacks. He had been hospitalized in 1943, years prior to the trials, due to his reaction to the killings of his unarmed civilians.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The others suffered from serious stomach problems which included liver congestion, anxieties, inflammation of the brain, which caused sleeplessness, just to name a few of the numerous problems.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">However, the final patient was an oddity. Unlike the others, he wrote to Heinrich Himmler, a military commander of the Nazi Party. He was suffering from hallucinations connected with the shooting of the Jews which he himself carried out with sheer brutality. He recalls shooting a mother who jumped out of her burning house, breaking her two legs while holding a baby. He executed them both, leaving their bodies to burn in the house they had once called home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);"><span style="padding:0cm;font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Everything was recorded. The ones they had killed were recorded on the Jager document, a tally sheet of actions by Einsatzkommando 3, including the Rollkommando Hamann killing squad. In other words, each men were haunted by the ghosts of the ones they had killed.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Log two:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The warden pinned the document on a wall. At the sight of it, one of the soldiers tried moving the toilet seat in a desperate attempt to break free. He tried smashing it against the cage, in which nothing happened. He screamed as the toilet shattered releasing the faeces to the ground. He was covered in it. He recalled a voice telling him to “Do it, shoot, shoot and kill!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">He turned to his comrade, throwing the sharp remains of the toilet on him. Murder had been committed as the others only looked on, in their own worlds, silently gazing and speechless.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The warden smiled “the torture has only begun my friends.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I stopped reading once again, I was disturbed I felt the presence of another person in the room. Not one but multiple people.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">“We are watching, just like you watched us.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">My eyes stared ahead, the words came from behind me, I dare not to look as the sweat dripped down the side of my cheek. I began to shiver like a cold wind had past me a breeze that my made my knees quake, I was unable to move, I looked at my whiskey momentarily before I continued reading..

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The fifth day had come. A rotting pig carcass was thrown into the cage. Each of the men grouped up, staring at it. The carcas began to bleed. They began devouring the flesh like a pack of ravenous lions to a wounded gazelle. One of the soldiers glared at the warden. They began to have clear boils on their faces. Their eyes also had blood clots. The pig meat had maggots, one of the soldiers vomited as it mixed with the faeces, the others glared at the vomit realising that they would be better of lapping it up rather than the pigs infected guts. One jumps of the bed swallowing every piece of vomit he could get into his mouth the others joined him pushing each other away. It was all gone, the men began to look at the pigs carcass.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The soldier who had sat on the bed, motionless joined the ranks ripping the genitals of the dead swine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Their levels of insanity had grown, their eyes had an intense glare… then… they ripped the flesh with their teeth crunching the very bones with their own teeth breaking it. Sucking the boils and juices emanating from a dead rotting carcass, the maggots had entered their mouths wriggling in between their teeth creating small pours before nesting in their gums.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Blood spilled onto the floor, mixing with the faeces. The men began to fall and slip as they returned to their beds. This time they all grouped up, on one side of the room leaving the one who vomited alone on the other side.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Day Six

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The pig's meat had maggots emanating from the uneaten meat and the toilet was overflowing with faeces. The lone soldier, who had bloodshot eyes, looked at it and he smiled. He went over to the faeces and started playing with the maggots as they entered a deceased soldier's body. The stench would have been unbearable by now, but somehow the nine soldiers managed to stay alive. After three days of silence, one spoke. “This is the conditions they lived in, these are the conditions we learned to like. We are not so different from the Jews, why do you subject us to torture... warden? We are mobile killing units we killed with speed why are we suffering?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I stopped reading to catch my breath… I could hear the banging noises around me, their was no metal only wood I did not understand what was happening. “Darkness, Darkness… they switched off the lights. No lights… blinding darkness!” Random whispers began to fill the air. I looked at my wrist number 109, it was tattooed I had not recalled being given a tattoo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">“They Jews were tattooed, you are but a number”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I was not a Jew, nor do I live in the time of the holocaust! I screamed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I continued reading… it was for the best.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The Day Six: 19:00

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">One soldier exploded, banging his head against the bunk-bed, screaming. Suddenly, he began to spaz out as another soldier joined him, and both fell to the ground and began to roll over the maggots and blood before thrusting his member into the dead pig. The demented howls of these psychotic men could be heard even through the glass casing they had been kept in. In an instant, everything went silent. The lights were now switched off. The warden locked the doors and did not return. All he did was leaving a paper saying that his work was done. The tests continued for five more days, this time in complete darkness.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Another man had gone in, untrained. He began writing his reports from day one, day one of darkness.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Day one of complete darkness, all that could be heard is sudden crunching and yelps.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I stuttered as I turned to the next page, I realised more and more that this was not just a personal vendetta against these men but something more. But I just could not find the purpose, it was beyond the normal form of torture! Why conduct these inhumane acts if it is not in the name of science, the horrific truth was not written down…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">However, the next page had one word, and one word alone. ‘Purpose?’

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I threw the documents trying to find an answer, one of the papers flew into the darkness, it laid there on the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">“Why do you seek the truth?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">A voice whispered, I was not going mad… I was not alone, something or someone is stopping me from uncovering the horrific truth that historians deny.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">“This wasn’t a vendetta against these men, but this was a method of torture to indoctrinate these men to give up every ounce of information they had. From then on there was a four page gap before I could continue reading. How could the allies deny the horrific truth, they are just as bad as the Nazi’s in the experiment camps in Auschwitz and Treblinka.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">First day of darkness…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The generator was losing power, we had nearly overrun our reserves…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The inexperienced guard had only written a little, however at 18:45 there was something that happened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I went to check, taking out my flash light shining it into the cell. The outcast had been eaten alive in the very bed he was laying in, I could feel the breathing of one of the men as if he was right next to me. I walked over to the board reading the Jager report, I took it putting it into my pocket. As soon as I did that, they leapt from their beds grasping the metal bars. They stared at me, their faces had been filled with green veins with teeth that had been rotting away due to the infested meat they had eaten.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I watched one, as he opened his mouth. This was getting serious, he held his tongue with great force pulling it out of his mouth. These men were doing all they could to keep the secrets hidden, but why? I went to my seat and I began reading the Jager report.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">There before me was the calculated total of killings,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">July… 20 entries, 4,400 killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">August… 33 entries, 47,906 killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">September… 38 entries, 41,097 killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">October… 12 entries, 31,829 killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">And finally… November… 10 entries, 8,211 killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">Concluded on the 1st of December 1941.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">However… it continued the report updated itself on the 1st of February 1942 a total of 136,421 Jews had been killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">The report in front of me was a six-page report, it was the only one that survived… now I fear you know where I am. I am in the Central Lithuanian Achieves in Vilnius.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I turned to look at the large glass windows beginning to crack, I drank my whisky placing my wedding ring in front of me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I turned over to view the next page…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I wish I had not turned to this page, “ Concluded on the 1st of December 2015… you are all part of the system…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">What is the secret these men were trying desperately to conceal! What was the answer! What is it!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">I was given the answer I needed on the next page… I understood what it meant.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;background:rgb(14,14,14);">If you are listening to this now, or reading this transcript of events please… I beg of you put this to rest and walk away...

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12pt;color:rgb(212,212,213);font-size:14px;line-height:16.5pt;margin-bottom:0px!important;background:rgb(14,14,14);">(To be continued)

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