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Personal Narrative: A Trip To A Cattle Car
I have been forcefully shoved in to a cattle car. The car is packed with hundreds of people. The tiny car was so tightly packed with people that there were people dying because of it. We had no food or water so that increased the death rate. We were packed in the cattle car for 2 days. The car finally came to a stop. As we exited they were yelling in a strange language and separating people from their families. looks like the crazy old man from home may have been right. Is this the horrible place he spoke of? The next day we were put to work. But we didn’t sleep well hearing the screams of people dying in the gas chamber. They woke us up with whistles and yelling. After a hard day of work, I was Thankful that I had some connections so I could
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