Two more days until Christmas. We must line up outside in front of the barrack on this side of the fence. The sky hangs with deep dark gray clouds above the camp. The prisoners of the other barracks of the special camp are also called outside. We stand in three long rows behind each other, with short distances between the barrack groups. For a while, nothing happens. The two guards outside on the camp street throw snowballs at each other. It is a peaceful picture. We wait behind the fence feeling chilly. Several of us who are getting too cold 'sneak' backwards, back into the barracks; the guards notice nothing.
A jeep comes up the big camp alley--with a trailer behind! Bags with mail are recognizable! And parcels! We stretch our necks and push forward. The jeep comes toward us and stops just beyond the fence. Three American soldiers jump off, run to the back, turn over the trailer: the mail lies in a big pile in the snow. An American goes to the front, gets a can of gasoline out of the jeep and pours it over the pile of our mail. The other American puts his lighter to the pile, snap! The yellow flame blazes, blazes, blazes -- we stand in shock. The burning pile gets smaller. The wind blows away a few partially burned pieces of paper. All turns to ashes. 'Everybody back into the barrack!'
No doubt, America's prisoners today, all "terrorists," in Guantanomo and elsewhere are doing no better than the German POW's were in 1945. Shame on America!
Friedrich Paul Berg
Learn everything at: http://www.nazigassings.com
Nazi Gassings Never Happened! Niemand wurde vergast!