Reply To: What Will Become Of All The Memories?

Here’s another story – about my other grandfather, not the one I wrote about earlier.

My grandfather was in a few camps, including Bergen-Belsen and Auschwitz. I don’t know which one this took place in.

One of the people had stolen some butter from the kitchen. In the camps, you had to steal food to survive, and many people did it. If you were caught, you were killed. This time, the person wasn’t caught, but a guard noticed it was missing. They brought out the entire group, and lined them up. The guard walked over to the first person, and asked who took the butter. Nobody answered. He shot the person, and walked over to the next person. Again, he asked if anyone knew who took the butter. Again, nobody answered. Boom, he shot the second person. He walked to the third person. The same thing happened. My grandfather was the next person in line. The guard walked over to him, and pointed his rifle in my grandfather’s face.

“Will anyone tell me who stole the butter, or will another person be killed?”

Conclusion to follow soon… as I said, I love keeping people in suspense.