The Concentration Camp Short Story

Words: 813
Pages: 4

Outside of the cramped sweatbox, panic was spreading throughout the camp. Guards, generals and soldiers were dashing around discarding any evidence they found of what had happened at this concentration camp into large pits of flames. As Joshua sat in the confined sweatbox, he watched these men and women bolting to clear out the devastation the camp had caused. As Joshua watched he thought of how close he was becoming to winning the game and seeing his mother again. Joshua couldn’t wait to see Dora’s face; he missed her loving smile and her tight hugs. It was only a matter of time before Joshua and Dora could be reunited again. Although Guido had lost, his son still had high hopes that they would win the game and receive a real tank. His excitement …show more content…
That is when Joshua felt sorrow, he missed his mother, and it had been so long since he had last seen her. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to be in the loving arms of his mother and father. He remembered how alone he was when Guido was out doing work around the concentration camp and how he had filled him time picking the splinters out of the beds so the other men could get a better night sleep, and how he would practice his counting by the rusted nails stuck in the floorboards and beds. Although Joshua always wanted a tank, he longed for his family even more. He longed for her uplifting words, and the way she made everything better. He missed his his father too, although it had only been a couple of hours, Joshua felt alone and helpless. Joshua wished for the game to be over, so he could be reunited with his mother and father once …show more content…
Standing tall his black uniform was decorated in medals, showing he was of a higher power. “Well?” He commanded. The guard’s eyes swept to Joshua who was standing behind Guido. Guido noticed this and turned to see Joshua behind him. He gave him a quick wink and turned back to the impatient officer.
“Yes who are you and what have you done to our living room? Look at this, it’s a mess. We were just celebrating Joshua’s birthday and you come here and make a mess” Joshua’s father replied, mocking the officer.
The guard ignored the later question and motioned for two of them men to bring Joshua, Guido and Eliseo to an awaiting truck filled with other citizens with the misfortune to be forced to part ways with family and friends. They piled into the back of the old vehicle and it set off to go collect more people for their ill fate. It felt as though Joshua had been in this camp for an eternity; as though he would never see his mother and father again. Joshua knew he could lose points, for he had broken the first two rules: crying and yearning to see his mother. Joshua used the old thin blanket that was wrapped around him to wipe his tears away. He had to win the tank for his