Held Captive as a Jewish Prisioner

It’s cold and wet. I can feel those like me pressing together, shivering to keep warm. Six months today, to be exact, since my last actual meal. Oh how I earn for a full plate of warm food sliding down my throat and resting in my stomach. Instead I’ve survived off of hard molded bread and disease infested water. The taste is unbearable and yet I still try to survive. I saw a …

…sound of gunfire was overwhelming to me. I prayed that I wouldn’t be the next victim. So, here I am still surviving the struggle for a breath of fresh air, and a scrap of molded bread, like many others. Someday, yes someday, I’ll be home once more. The siren is going off in the distance. Today is a new day of judgment. I pray I will not be the one to be judged.