Page 20

I screamed over and over again, "NO!!!!" as if denying her death would save her from it. The soldiers nearby laughed. They laughed because my six-year- old sister died and I couldn't do anything about it. "Let her bang on the door till she kills herself for us, and we don't have to bother getting her filth on our hands." Aaron was at my side, holding me, drawing me away from the door with words of sympathy and comfort. I doubled over, holding myself in a fetal position and rocking. I couldn't stop saying "no." I believe it was the only word I could get out. I hadn't the mind left for any more. She's not dead. She can't be. I was supposed to die before her, old and withered. That's the way I'd always seen it, I suppose. But there's no way our loving Father could be so cruel as to take so young a life so suddenly, in such a sickening way. No. no, it wasn't God. It was them. God, if you are merciful, take me as well. Take me now, away from here if you are merciful. I can never leave her alone.

Page 21

Dear Diary,
My sister, Tamra, God bless her soul, is now in a much better place, away from such tortures that live in this camp called Hell. And now, God as my witness, I solemnly vow to avenge her death with the blood of a thousand Nazis on my hands. Or I will die trying.