The trench was half filled with soil and protruding limbs.
Sara knelt beside her girls, smiling bravely. Leah thought she heard her
whisper, “Don’t worry mein bubbies,” as she unbuttoned their jackets.
They didn’t protest, if their mother wasn’t afraid why should they? They sat
down and she took of their shoes. An SS soldier whisked them away to a group of
children that had already been
separated. Another uniformed man held a motion camera to his eye. He’s
filming this. Sara held her cloth tight against her eyes. The taller of the
two girls ran back to her, but a crack rang out. It wasn’t a gunshot, it was a
whip. She stopped, afraid to move. A white arm-banded guard grabbed her hair
and marched her back. She saw the two little girls holding hands, but still
couldn’t remember their names. Another
guard counted ten children into a smaller group and marched them to the pit.
They stood on the edge – naked – facing a machine gun nest.
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