Buna; 1943
I was an SS officer working at the Buna concentration camp in Nazi Germany during World War II.
I had no real job. I patrolled the areas between bunkers to make sure no men tried to escape, like they would make it very far with the other gaurds and electric fences. I was sometimes assigned duty at the hangings, to 'keep the peace'.
Like it wasn't too late already.
He was a Jew. He was arrested with his family. Then, within the camp, he was arrested again for stealing an extra ration.
He was beautiful. Midnight, curly hair. A delicate face. His eyes never lifted from his shoes.
He was to be hanged.
His brother, who he had stolen the ration for, had to be restrained during the execution. I was to lead the boy to the gallows.
I watched him swing.
I didn't realize until just beofre he dropped who he was.
His eyes lifted just before he fell.
HIs eyes met mine.
I screamed when the rope when tight.
