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It was a bright afternoon that Tuesday. The sun shone its splendor to the place of the solemn souls, Dachau. The Reich must have been a little thoughtful since the concentration camp, made especially for Jews, was slightly huge, but too bad it cannot support nearly ten thousands of people living in every corner of it these days. The sun did shine brightly and it was supposed to give joy to the little kids this summer but it just brought toils and frustrations to the citizens of Germany since it signals another day of mischievous attacks, piles of errands, and ceaseless bombings.
This day is very significant to the Gestapo, especially to Herr Alfred Keller. This day is IT. He can publicly prove to everyone how much he loves his dear country, Germany.
Herr Alfred Keller was staring blankly at the prisoners, neatly arranged in rows and columns. His bearing was as usually outstanding and remarkable. A Colonel of the SS should have the appropriate posture since in his very self, he bears the name of Adolf Hitler. In fact, everyone who joined the Nazis should be proud of themselves inclucing that the name of Hitler has marked a huge impact in their lives, and they will always bear it even if they die.
“Colonel Keller,” one of the soldiers called. Herr Alfred, distracted from his search, paid a quick attention, facing the soldier sternly. Aware that the colonel asked for his response, the soldier handed a gun to Alfred. Alfred firmly grasped the gun, trying to hide his trembling.
The scene was awful. Chosen people were forced to line up from left to right in front of the piteous rows and columns of other prisoners. They were instructed to get down, facing the floor. On the end of the line was Margaret Bauer, too numb because of fear of pain and of death.
“Sir!” the soldier saluted to Colonel Keller. Alfred knew the meaning of the signal; he was tasked to kill everyone in the newly coordinated row; even Margaret. Alfred was trying hard not show any sympathy to the prisoners even though he was dying to take Margaret away from this brutal place. If he shows a sign of pity, it will not just be Margaret’s life at stake but also his.
“Alf..” Colonel Klein called as he patted his friend’s back. Out of his deep thoughts, Alfred tried to respond as normally as he does but at the back of his head, he did not know exactly what his next step should be. “Go pull the trigger.. make your mother country proud!” the Colonel continued letting out a huge grin. Alfred tried to hide his anxiousness as possible but seeing his lovely Margaret lying helplessly in the floor made his heart break a thousand of times.
He walked towards the first person then pulled the trigger slowly. BANG! A shot directly in the head. That was one down. BANG! and another. As he was nearing to Margaret, his heart beat like a drum. He wished he could freeze the time or better yet, turn back time to reverse all the events leading to this terrible scene but he has to face the reality. It was easy killing the unfamiliar people in the line. He had killed many of them since the start of the war but this time, as he neared Margaret, it was as if he was pointing his gun to his head. As he shoots one person, that means he should shoot another, and so, pretty soon the turn of Margaret. He had always thought that killing his loved one will be the last thing he could do so what makes him get closer to Margaret inch by inch? BANG! That was the ninth bullet. And finally..
It was finally her turn to taste the single ammunition that will eventually take her precious life. She laid there motionless. She did not even utter a word like some of them did. She did not tremble with fear and pity instead she was like a dying plant waiting for its final hour. Alfred knew that she was completely aware of what will happen next. It will be her death, her plausible death for the Nazis and her piteous death to the Jews. Finally, Alfred pointed the mouth of the gun to Margaret’s head. He was trembling, now it slightly shows. “Just say a word.. ‘sorry’ perhaps or ‘please’..” he thought “..Something that will make me stop from this insolence.” In his mind, he was begging Margaret. He knew of how useless his begging was since Margaret cannot even hear it. He wished she could read his mind, and maybe try to find her way out even though there was a slim chance of getting away. In that way, at least he will feel her consciousness and so prevent from pulling the trigger right on his hand. He continued trembling, not even minding that the soldiers were controlling their patience. “Alfred! For the country!” Klein said interrupting Alfred’s train of thoughts.
‘For the country..’ those words played over and over in his head ‘For the country… For the country..’
Will he pull the trigger?
This day is very significant to the Gestapo, especially to Herr Alfred Keller. This day is IT. He can publicly prove to everyone how much he loves his dear country, Germany.
Herr Alfred Keller was staring blankly at the prisoners, neatly arranged in rows and columns. His bearing was as usually outstanding and remarkable. A Colonel of the SS should have the appropriate posture since in his very self, he bears the name of Adolf Hitler. In fact, everyone who joined the Nazis should be proud of themselves inclucing that the name of Hitler has marked a huge impact in their lives, and they will always bear it even if they die.
“Colonel Keller,” one of the soldiers called. Herr Alfred, distracted from his search, paid a quick attention, facing the soldier sternly. Aware that the colonel asked for his response, the soldier handed a gun to Alfred. Alfred firmly grasped the gun, trying to hide his trembling.
The scene was awful. Chosen people were forced to line up from left to right in front of the piteous rows and columns of other prisoners. They were instructed to get down, facing the floor. On the end of the line was Margaret Bauer, too numb because of fear of pain and of death.
“Sir!” the soldier saluted to Colonel Keller. Alfred knew the meaning of the signal; he was tasked to kill everyone in the newly coordinated row; even Margaret. Alfred was trying hard not show any sympathy to the prisoners even though he was dying to take Margaret away from this brutal place. If he shows a sign of pity, it will not just be Margaret’s life at stake but also his.
“Alf..” Colonel Klein called as he patted his friend’s back. Out of his deep thoughts, Alfred tried to respond as normally as he does but at the back of his head, he did not know exactly what his next step should be. “Go pull the trigger.. make your mother country proud!” the Colonel continued letting out a huge grin. Alfred tried to hide his anxiousness as possible but seeing his lovely Margaret lying helplessly in the floor made his heart break a thousand of times.
He walked towards the first person then pulled the trigger slowly. BANG! A shot directly in the head. That was one down. BANG! and another. As he was nearing to Margaret, his heart beat like a drum. He wished he could freeze the time or better yet, turn back time to reverse all the events leading to this terrible scene but he has to face the reality. It was easy killing the unfamiliar people in the line. He had killed many of them since the start of the war but this time, as he neared Margaret, it was as if he was pointing his gun to his head. As he shoots one person, that means he should shoot another, and so, pretty soon the turn of Margaret. He had always thought that killing his loved one will be the last thing he could do so what makes him get closer to Margaret inch by inch? BANG! That was the ninth bullet. And finally..
It was finally her turn to taste the single ammunition that will eventually take her precious life. She laid there motionless. She did not even utter a word like some of them did. She did not tremble with fear and pity instead she was like a dying plant waiting for its final hour. Alfred knew that she was completely aware of what will happen next. It will be her death, her plausible death for the Nazis and her piteous death to the Jews. Finally, Alfred pointed the mouth of the gun to Margaret’s head. He was trembling, now it slightly shows. “Just say a word.. ‘sorry’ perhaps or ‘please’..” he thought “..Something that will make me stop from this insolence.” In his mind, he was begging Margaret. He knew of how useless his begging was since Margaret cannot even hear it. He wished she could read his mind, and maybe try to find her way out even though there was a slim chance of getting away. In that way, at least he will feel her consciousness and so prevent from pulling the trigger right on his hand. He continued trembling, not even minding that the soldiers were controlling their patience. “Alfred! For the country!” Klein said interrupting Alfred’s train of thoughts.
‘For the country..’ those words played over and over in his head ‘For the country… For the country..’
Will he pull the trigger?