Elie Wiesel's Story Of The Holocaust

I don't try to understand the Nazis and their ideals on chosen race that made them shoot groups of people and burn mothers and children while they're trapped helplessly in barns, instead I look at the stories of the survivors and how they slowly lost their humanity, fate, and even themselves to the darkness that was THE HOLOCAUST. Wiesel’s story is a first account of the horrors of the Holocaust; these accounts were so hard to believe, that even when they were happening, people would shrug them off as mere myths instead of true occurrences.
When Wiesel was young he had a family, just like anyone else. His father was a religious leader in the small town Wiesel grew up in, he had sisters, and his mother was a cook for a local food department. Moshe the Beadle tried to warn Wiesel, his family, and the entire town about the horrors of the German soldiers early on, and Madame Schachter had visions of a terrible fire on the convoy to the camp; but they were both shunned and ignored, the townsfolk preferring to remain oblivious to the events going on. The obliviousness got so bad, that when German soldiers actually came to the small town nobody had time before they were thrown onto a convoy
Seeing dead bodies became normal to them, massive lives stretched to the crematoriums daily, and the inmates started to become savage; they started fighting over food, room, sheets, and even killed a violinist because he was playing too loud. He and his father tried to escape the constant conveyor belt of death and the constant beating and abuse of the prisoners via the guards. The atrocities Wiesel witnessed reminded me of the events in The Walking Dead. The event of a constant daily struggle turned many of the survivors hearts to stone, but then again that's war for