[robthegreattt]

Everywhere I go people seem to know what has transpired in my life. The other day I took a brief drink on the countryside to catch my breath. I saw they’re vacant eyes stare back at me. I tripped and greeted one openly as I fell on his decaying body. Hitler has been forsaken and I as well, the foreign forces have opened fire on us decimating my group. I had to flee I could not be tried for my transgressions, what have I done wrong? I know Hitler will rise and crush these dogs in all good time. But my family comes first and foremost, over all I must be thinking of them. To wonder what those invaders could be doing to them makes my body turn to fire, the very act of it “der schweinehund!.”

Yesterday I saw a man hunched over, I took his clothing I could not be seen walking around in this uniform. My truncheon took care of him, he was already weak, full of fatigue, lazy swine. They’re bodies are everywhere staring at me I knew my doings why must they remind me? Today I woke up to a bludgeon on the head, a comrade mistook me. My truncheon took care of him, the fool how could he mistake me for one of them? The day was starting to wear me thin they’re smell is everywhere surrounding me like a blanket. I took a bite of my ration it tasted foul, these pockets were full of rotten bread they made my ration disease ridden. I threw it along the countryside and saw a small group of men fight over it like ravenous animals. My paces started to grow heavy as well, I asked a group of them with displeasure where I was, they replied “five miles from Auschwitz.” There was a oil and rubber plant near there, I quickened my pace once there I could find out what has happened  since my deployment.

The sky was full of ash I could smell it’s dankness, a crow had landed near me with its back turned to me I took this as an omen. I had been forgotten by death it was only a matter of time until I got what I deserve. Thoughts of my wife’s kisses kept my dizzying paces onward. Now I could see the facility, I ran towards it, a bullet crept into my skin softly like a small dagger I had been shot before and knew of its pain. As I fell I saw men rushing towards me I yelled “ comrades!” but they didn’t listen. They’re blows only grew harder each time they hit my bludgeoned face, I awoke in a hospital they said I would have died had the forces not saved me in time.

It’s been four years since then, I lived frequently in different beds night after night. I think my family is long gone and so is my faith in their lives. My feathered friend visits me frequently now. I still walk the countryside yet still everywhere I look they’re eyes are still on me. I know it’s a matter of time now, my wound was never properly taken care of and now I have spots of gangrene on my body.  My friend reminds me its time to rest I’m to weak to go on, I shall write more tomorrow, its time for me to rest.

[jaded_blue]

Oh wow...very wrenching.  :'( Thank you for sharing Rob!!

Blueee

[robthegreattt]

[highlight]Just so that everybody know's i did this as a report for a certain study topic. It's really grim and macabre, edgar allan poe was also on my mind. So the morality tale that it is deals with strict guidelines according with the title.[/highlight]