Chapter 22

The Eye of a Soldier

Hello, I am a soldier. I am not Canadian, nor a Mexican. I am a Nazi soldier. I have been serving for five years. I joined because I thought the new Nazi league was supposed to help the world. I didn’t know Franz was so much like his great grandfather. I didn’t know we were declaring war against the whole rest of the world. 

We lose good soldiers everyday. Food is running low. We are winning most battles, but we won’t soon if we don’t get more supplies. We need more gas bombs, food, water, ammunition, shelter, clothing—really anything necessary for survival in the war. I am lucky enough to live to now. The reason for that is because I was assigned an easy job. Commander Wilhelm sent me to be a guard for a concentration camp. This means that I wouldn’t have to fight in battles anymore. I would just let prisoners in. 

I was waiting for prisoners when, all of a sudden, prisoners were running out of tents and attacking my fellow soldiers. They stole guns and started shooting at us. I didn’t have the right kind of heart to shoot a person. I aimed my gun at enemies, but I couldn’t shoot. 

“Come on, rookie! Show ‘em no mercy!” the commander yelled at me. 

I knew wars were about killing, but I couldn’t shoot innocent people. I dropped my gun. As it landed, I remember the gun making a loud noise. I realized that the gun had been fired when it landed. I checked to see if the gun had shot somebody. A man was standing there, holding his chest. The man screamed in agony. I saw him fall to his knees. He looked at me. I had a face of panic. He dropped to the ground. I watched as he died slowly in pain. I felt guilty. Another prisoner screamed of grief, "No, Rob!" I stared at him in guilt and terror. He aimed his gun at me. I didn’t move or blink. I deserved it. I shot an innocent man. I didn’t even flinch when he pulled the trigger. My body went numb. I could barely feel anything. I fell to the ground on my back. I lied down there. staring at the dark gray sky. 

“You alright rookie?” My commander asked. I looked at him. 

Everything seemed to fade away

I woke up on a medical bed in a tent. I looked at my chest. It was wrapped in a bandage that was soaked in blood. My bed was surrounded by my comrades and Commander Wilhelm. I looked at my commander in fury. He encouraged me to kill people. No matter how hurt I was, I would always have the strength to do what was right. I got out of my bed and punched my commander. 

“Watch it, rookie!" he yelled in anger. 

“I saved your life.”

“Shut it, you son of a—” I felt a jolt of pain in my stomach. I looked down. He jabbed a knife into my abdomen. I stumbled backward, leaning on my bed. 

He pointed his knife at my throat. 

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’ kid?” he asked. I held my stomach. It burned. 

“I will never do anything for you Nazis again,” I spat. 

Commander Wilhelm motioned to two soldiers and they turned to me as they grabbed my arms and put me into a large thick sack. 

“You made the wrong decision, kid,” he said to me as I fell into the darkness of the bag. 

I yelled, but Wilhelm just told me to shut my mouth. I wreathed and wriggled but I couldn’t get out of the bag. Someone must have tied the bag shut.

I slipped my hand into my boot where I kept a backup pistol that I had just for emergencies. I shot my gun in a random direction. I could see a small stream of light come through a hole in the bag that the bullet must have made.

A soldier shouted, “He has a pistol!”

They dropped me and cocked their guns. They violently kicked the bag I was in. When they kicked me, I lost grip of my gun. They lifted me back up and dropped me into a lake, so I would drown. I panicked. I was going to die! I calmed down because I knew if I panicked and screamed I would lose air faster. I tried different ways to get out, but nothing worked. I took off my military gear, so it would be easier to maneuver myself while in the bag. I looked throughout all my pockets for something useful. I found a Swiss Army Knife and started cutting the bag to get myself out, but the hole was too small. I stuck my arms out of the sack’s holes and cut the knots that the soldiers tied so that I could get out through the way I got in. By the time I got out of the bag, I was at the bottom of the lake.

I barely had any air left. I looked up and saw the silhouette of Commander Wilhelm. He and his men were running away. I tried to swim to the surface, but the pressure of the water was pushing me down. I was out of air. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer…