Spy in the Camp

I’d had enough of just by standing and watching others being criticized and discriminated. I was going insane! I thought that my sanity and dignity were invincible, unbeatable! I was wrong…Deathly wrong. Things were going bad. I had begun to let the treatment of the Jews get in my way. It was absolutely appalling! Horrifying! Here…Let me start from the beginning…

“Jackson! Get your ass over here! On of the workers in the smithy are looking for you! They have the top of your can done!” I looked over to see one of my commanders yelling at me, pointing towards the smith.

Briskly walking over to the smithy, I walked in to see my good friend Jack Good. Even though he was a Jew, I still had respect for him, and I constantly expected suspected he respected me as well. He had once been a brilliant person in the German world; he had helped come up with the Manhattan Project plan, or easily translated – The system to warn the country of an atomic bombing.

“So, what’ya doin’ Good?” I asked this in a hurry, worrying that one of my superiors may catch me having a conversation with a Jew.

“You know perfectly well, Brad.” Jack stopped for a moment and continued. “They’ve discovered there’s a spy in the camp. The also know that many of the guards have mysteriously missing, and they expect you.”

“Now why in the world would they believe it’s me?...Even if it is, I’ve given no clues to go off of.”

“Yes, you obviously have. They’ve found a piece of your clothing close to a dead guard, and looked at it closely, analyzing it for more clues. Also, I believe there’s propaganda about you going around – One of the lower guards who dislikes you I expect. This whole country, including the camps mind you is fascism. Completely run by the government.”

“You know…I’m really getting tired of this cat and mouse game with the other guards – This ends tonight. I’ve had enough of the Jews being labeled with stereotypes, unfair names due to their personality or bloodline. We depart tonight.” I finished my sentence, seething with anger, nothing here had equality. No fairness of rights among the Jews and the Guards. This had to stop – It would. The guards had oppressed the Jewish society long enough; no longer would they be dominated by their cruel, cruel power. Then, it didn’t make matters any better by the guards always wearing ostentatious; showy clothing. Although, eventually many Jews would lose interest in caring as they grew older – They were very indifferent about it. But, luckily, there were people out there, sympathizers towards the Jews, and people like myself who cared and acknowledged the Jews. We were the ones who gave hope to the Jews.

“You’re right Brad, but just because I expected you to plan an escape, I’ve notified as much of the others as I could. They’re ready when you are.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing – I was amazed yet a tinge of anger bubbled in me, I was angry about the fact that he hadn’t notified me before hand.

“Okay, we start now. Enough of the guards are dead, and you have one – me – on your side. That’s an unlimited amount of weapons right there.” I finished my statement smiling gleefully, so happy to soon be escaping.

I ran to my personal office – As I wasn’t low enough in the ranks not to have one – to gathers as many spare guns and ammo as I could afford, passing them out to men and women whenever I passed someone intelligent enough to know how to fire a gun.

Eventually, we were ready; or so we thought. We had run from our work places and hiding spots, some shooting tactically, and other randomly, either way, we were on the losing side. We were dropping like flies on a fly swatter.

Then it happened, my world began to turn and spin and then next thing I knew, I was on the ground bleeding. But I wasn’t yelling, or shouting in pain…No, I was simply crying. Crying not from the pain, but from my failure of escaping and having not planning a better plan. Then my world went black and red. My pulse was quickening, and then I was gone. The pain was gone, and so were the tears, I didn’t know where I was at first or why there was a light in front of me. But, I would soon find out, as I headed towards the light, slowly losing my connection with my old life – My first life. But now I was heading to a totally new one, one where I could see my dead family and friends. I was ready to see them; I was ready to live a new life, a wonderful life. I was ready to let go. I did.