Personal Narrative-The Polish Soldier

The Polish Fighters

It was an extremely dark and rainy night in warsaw poland. It was the first of august, 1944, and we were at the table eating dinner. My mom made a delicious shepherd's pie, with homemade mashed potatoes and fresh meat. The smell was like a field of flowers. We are about halfway through dinner and my dad asks me,
“Nic, How was school…” He was interrupted with a heavy knock on the door. BANG BANG BANG! Then we heard someone say “ Das ist die Gestapo. Öffnen oder wir brechen die Tür (This is the gestapo. open up or we will break down the door).” My dad quickly jumps up and opens the door. “Hello, how may I help you?”, says my father.
“You have five minutes to pack a bag full of whatever you want to bring to the ghetto.”
, says the soldier. “Okay, thanks.”says my dad,”We will be out shortly.” “Where are we going?”, I hear my little brother tell my dad. “To a ghetto...”, he said,” we are not wanted here.” I start packing. I shove three pairs of cloths into my school bag and run back into the dining room and shove the rest of my food into my mouth. Then I meet my mom, dad, and brother in the living room were we then go outside and climb into the back of a covered truck. It was as dark as when your eyes are shut.
Five minutes later light was let in and we got out of the truck to find a small building surrounded by a gate that was looked so we could not get out.
We are assigned a room and given a small piece of bread. The bread felt brittle. I fall asleep and wake up to yelling and screaming. It was my mom and dad. They were outside on a wall with some other people. The was a nazi soldier standing in front of them with a huge gun. He pulls up his gun and starts firing at the people on the wall. The sound of the gun ranged in my ears. One by one they fall until they were all dead. My parents die instantly as the bullet pierces through their heads…then a minute later a wagon comes and picks up the dead body's and takes them
away.
The next night I wake up my brother and tell him that we have to leave now or else we will die like our parents did the other day.
He nods and we go outside and climb over the fence silently and run to a nearby forest. We run and run until our legs can't hold us anymore and we fall to the ground. We fall asleep and wake up early to continue to run and run. We do the same routine for three more hours until we run into a group. They call themselves the partisan fighters. They say that they dislike what hitler is doing and that they are all jews. They had some bread and five bags of apples. They tell us that they steal food from markets and that they are some people out right now getting some more bread because they are low. The leader’s name is Johnny and he told us that he escaped the ghetto five months ago and left his mom. He thinks she was sent to a concentration camp where she was
gassed.
Early next morning when we wake up Johnny tells us that he is planning to rob a group of policeman and steal their weapons and rob a small dynamite factory. He also told us that their is a train nearby our camp that transports Jews to the death camps. He wants to blow up the tracks and save the Jews. We all agree and head towards the small town to find six guards walking around the area. Johnny whispers to us,”stay low, everyone gets a different guard, take the guard, pin him down, and punch him to death.” We all pick a guard and Johnny counts down to three with his fingers and when he reaches one we all attack our guard. I chose shorter guy with blue eyes and a mustache. I took him down to the ground sat on top of him and started punching him in the head. I kept punching until my hands were sore and numb. When I stopped I could tell that he was dead. His face was bleeding and he was stiff like a board of wood. I took his gun and any ammo that I found on his body we all had weapons except for my brother because he was the smallest. We then went to to the factory in the town and snuck in. We quickly grabbed a dynamite set and ran back into the forest. When we reached the forest Jhonny taught us how to use guns. It was hard for me because the gun was bigger and had a huge kick. My aim was off but I hit the tree target. We walked to camp, ate some bread, and walked to the tracks and set up the track. We laid the dynamite on the track and put the string where we were standing. We went to go lite it but the igniter was not working so we kept trying but it would not work. Then we heard a train coming around the corner. It gets closer and closer. My bones freeze and I can't move because I see the train coming. Oh no I say to myself. I manage to move my head to look at Johnny who kept trying and trying. He tied one last time and Everything slowed down as a tiny spark flew into the string and caught fire We watched the flare travel down the string. The tracks blew to pieces. The train reached the blown part of the track and violently stopped. The driver in the front looked out the window to see what happened, but when he looked out we fired our weapons at him and he quickly died. We then started searching the train for more guards. When we opened the box cars we saw People sitting, standing, and laying. They quickly jumped up and ran out of the train. The people were all jews because they had stars on their cloths. We took the jews and returned to camp where we fed them and took care of them. A week later the war ended and all the jews returned home safely.