Narrative Essay On Camp Life

Brave, have no fear of someone or something. American soldiers represent bravery. The huts of the soldiers were very long and wide. The fireplace was in acceptable condition. No beds in the huts just straw and mud. I have decided to re-enlist because of inspiration, help from congressmen, and conditions are somewhat good.

The hopelessness, the fear, the death, and the horrific violence of the camp. The counting of each day one lives; the counting of another day of survival. The slow, eliminating of each the innocent villagers one by one, every day. The lack of sufficient food, and the mortifying fear of starvation. The vile, watery soup and the stagnant, stale bread that they are fed every day. The deep desire for freedom and escape. Yet the apprehension of capture is standing in the way every time. Such is the Devil’s Arithmetic. This is what makes the Devil’s Arithmetic by Jane Yolen so much like the movie the Devil’s Arithmetic. Yet both share their differences from one another.

Prisoner of war camps were common during World War II. However, the book Unbroken displays the true horrors that were in the Japanese prisoner of war camps. This book captures the life of Louis Zamperini and tells the horrendous conditions that he and other prisoners faced during their time in the prisons. The Japanese internment camps did not fulfill the purpose of the camp, the treatment of the prisoners that they deserved; also the prisoners were given meaningless jobs to fulfill.

Imagine: It’s winter 1778 at Valley Forge. (Valley Forge was the military camp 18 miles northwest of Philadelphia, where the American Continental Army spent the winter of 1777–78 during the American Revolutionary War) you walk into the camp and the men huddle around different campfires trying to get warm. Tonight on the menu is more meat, while the men are handed their portions they’re crying in agony to eat something else. You’ve been talking to the men and they tell you stories about the meals their wives made and how their children would have grown by now. But somewhere in both the happy and sad stories there is a certain cheerfulness peering out behind the clouds. When the fires died out men went to their huts that housed 12 men. The fire in the hut caused the men to be emerged in smoke because of extremely poor ventilation. There skin is absorbing the smoke causing men to get sick and cough. In the morning the fires have died out and now you can smell what some people call the stench of death. One

whom was American wouldn't talk to me during that time. He said “ I was a threat

It's been decades since i was at the camp, but i still feel the effect to this day. I am Japanese American girl who is fed up with bad treatment because of the world war 2 and i am finally getting chance to take action. I received a call at work for me to testify on behalf the Japanese American internees. I'm living in Manhattan N.Y. And i received a call for the testimony and so now i'm preparing for it.

Escape From Camp 14 reminds me of a time in my life during a football game. It was just after our away, sophomore, football game ,which ended at 6:00 pm, and we had to stay for the varsity game so it went till about 10:30 pm. I only had 5 dollars to spend, so after the football game I spent it on a slice of pizza and a gatorade, which was barely anything. That only lasted me about 15 minutes until I was hungry again. After a football game where I played non-stop I’d be very hungry. It was also raining and cold that day too. So me and my friend started asking people for money or food. We bothered people throughout the entire night. We even took someones gatorade that was left on the bleachers and we just scavenged for anything. Someone finally gave us a slice of bread and we

The book shows many aspect of betrayals happened to the characters in the story. Linda, whitey, Geraldine -Joe’s mother-, and Joe, each one of them had exposure to betrayal in their own way. However Joe -the main character- in the story faced many of betrayals from his father or the tribal authorities. Those betrayals had influenced in his actions and behaviors.

The journey to Auschwitz is an ongoing nightmare. It is reality, and there is no way of escape. "There are eighty of you in the car", the German officer added. "If anyone goes missing, you will all be shot, like dogs." All eighty people in the cattle car are suffering, and they are going through the worst possible forms of torture and inhumane treatment. The thirst, the overwhelming heat, the crowding, and the lack of food is intolerable. After many long hours, they reach the Czechoslovakian border, and they are now under the authority of the German army. Among all the Jews on the cattle car, there is a fifty year old woman, Mrs. Schachter, who is with her ten year old son. "Her husband and two older sons had been deported with the first transport, by mistake," and since then she's begun to lose her mind. After three agonizing days, Mrs. Schachter starts sobbing and screaming, and panic arises on the

Pain creeps through different holes until it finds it’s way to you. On one particular day I witnessed a puzzling sight, the Germans being nice. Though we were on the other side of the railroad tracks I could clearly make out a guard and a prisoner interacting without violence. Nazis weren’t allowed to be compassionate of empathetic to us. Another two figures emerge from a car with a red cross on it, they’d come to inspect the camp. This was the prize winning pumpkin of the prisoners, those who were fed decently and were healthy. They were the model of Auschwitz, to show the rest of the world that we were okay, nothing bad was happening to us. If they’d only looked across the tracks. If they looked beyond what was presented they’d see what was really going on! The nazis however will try to do anything to cover it up, to cover all this up, they burnt down Plaszow, they destroyed synagogues, destroyed papers and everything that showed we existed. We were here! My hysterical crying put me to bed each night and the cold brush of death sweeps close and close and each new day

Starving, cold, unclothed, sick, and hard working people were all put in concentration camps and treated horribly. The Jewish workers worked hard all day everyday or else they would get killed. The way the Nazi’s treated the Jews was extremely bad, the Jews would not get food, clothes, beds, and other necessities. There were all types of camps that had all kinds of jobs, you were assigned a job and didn 't get to pick a job. The Jews had a very compact schedule, they were busy all day, never any time to waste. Since no doctors, lots of diseases got passed around throughout the camps. The life of Jews controlled by Nazi’s was no life to live.

I don’t really enjoy picking fights, or committing any acts of violence. Truthfully, if I got into any type of conflict, my lanky body would probably give up on me halfway. That’s what my wife told me after I said I was going to be joining the US armed forces.

Victor Frankl’s “Experiences from a Concentration Camp” from his book Man’s Search for Meaning details the everyday occurances of the average prisoner in a concentration camp. Through a series of brief stories accounting his experience in concentration camps, Frankl vividly depicts the suffering that he and other prisoners experienced and how these experiences affected them mentally. These stories demonstrate how the prisoners adapted their ways of thinking in order to ensure the survival of themselves and their friends. Survival techniques included doing anything in order to be seen as useful around the camp, using humor, and focusing one’s thoughts on love. Frankl describes how he and other prisoners used these techniques

I watched my mother fade away slowly as she was battling pancreatic cancer. I looked after her everyday as best as I could; however, the feeling of my eventual solitude was unbearable.The thought of my mother’s imminent demise made me feel like my heart was being continuously stabbed. Watching my mother suffer was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. After her passing; something changed in me, darkness filled where love once was. I always knew deep down, that my mum was not going to make it; however, knowing this did not make it any easier.

Soon after Adolf Hitler’s appointment to chancellor in 1933, the construction of concentration camps began in Germany (“Introduction to the Holocaust”). The Nazis then began to build detention facilities to house those who they believed were lesser than them, such as Jews, homosexuals, Socialists, and Gypsies (“Concentration Camps”). Dachau was the first concentration camp set up by the Nazies. Twenty two main concentration camps had been built by the end of World War II along with 1,200 affiliate camps (“Nazi Camps”). Arrival at concentration camps was brutal. After being unloaded from the cattle trucks, women were separated from their husbands but stayed with their children. Following registration, all prisoners had their heads shaved. Prisoners were then taken to the showers and given a striped uniform to put on when exiting the water. Their own clothes were taken away from them,