Night

I must act now; these fools would do exactly as the Nazis say. They know nothing, they still think the Nazis are capable of mercy. I am a veteran prisoner of Auschwitz. The last time I was free was in 1942. I used to live in Frankfurt, Germany. I used to have a name. I am A-4385. Right now, I'm scopeing the new prisoners at our barracks.
"Hey kid, where're you from?"
"Sighet."
I motioned him over to my corner. "Interested in cripplin' the Nazis?" I whispered. Our Kapo was a Jew who bitterly hated the Nazis, but still it was good not to broadcast one's plans to the whole barrack.
"Sure, what do I have to do?"
" The Resistance here is trying to get pictures of this camp to the Allies. It seems they don't believe the stories they've heard. We'll get you out; you get the pictures to the Allies. Do you have anyone you can trust that will help?"
"My father will help."
"Good. I'll come for you both tonight." With this I left, there would be a lot of planning to do.
Later, after the last roll call, I met up with the boy, A-7713, and his father. "Listen up," I whispered, I'll lead you to the first gate, there's an opening that will take you straight to the outside gate. If we meet any guards on the way, you get through that opening, I'll take care of them. Got it? Good. Let's go."
I take them to the opening and see them off. We prisoners will have hell to pay tomorrow, but we'll also have something important the Nazis can't take away: hope.