... his arm, and prayed he need not use it. When the truck had been emptied, we were ordered to stand in lines. I could see others glancing terrified at the twelve or so wardens, all looking similar to the first, each holding one of the heavy black guns. After a few minutes, a man in a sharp khaki uniform exited the large building and walked towards us. He was the commander. His shoes rapped on the flat stones beneath him and the sound seemed to echo round the open courtyard. His voice was harsh, precise, and well trained. He told us we were here to work for Germany and the 'Glorious' Nazi party. If we did our share we would be kept alive. 'Those who cannot work for our victory are not needlessly fed. Those we exterminate.' He then proceeded to strut down the lines, ordering us into two groups. When he came ...

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