We've all heard of the holocaust, but I don't think anyone really knows the horror that went on. So maybe you cried watching this, or your chest felt like it was about to burst, but it's nothing compared to what these people suffered through. The smell of burning flesh every day; flesh that was so recently alive; breathing; warm. Your family. But you don't know that your mother was just gassed to death in what they were told were showers; suffocating along with a thousand others. You don't know that the belongings of your neighbors are piled together, while their bodies are bulldozed into a pit to be burned. Worthless. No graves for these lost souls. Only a pit; only ashes that will be used for fertilizer.
You don't know what you have until it's gone, right? Or maybe, we don't know what suffering is, until we live through it. Only those who have survived such tragedies understand what it's like to not have any idea when you might die from starvation, or too much work and harsh climate conditions. What is supposed to keep you holding on? The armies against you break down your hope, so what is it then, that you're living for? There is no end in sight, no light at the end of a tunnel.
Suffer or die.
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