The right to liberation WW2. A short creative story about a man and his attempt to liberate a concentration camp.

            d he felt a sensation crawl up his spine watching the tongues of fire burst from the base. He did heard from the fire itself, “ I AM who I AM, and your tortured victims call me YAHWEH. I AM your God as well. Free them for they need their freedom. Do this for me and I shall grant you the love you always wanted.”

            Frederich quickly replied in a slurred fashion: You, you have the wrong person. You do not mean me.”

            The fire growing ever more bigger, “ I know who you are, Your true name given by your true mother Henkel, I protected you for as long as a could but your mother placed you in the hands of the Germans, much as I intended.” The fire grew in rage, “ Do not disobey my intentions!” The fire went down to a calm fashion, when a rain began. The fire did not diminish though.” You must free the Jews and Poles, this is your journey for there are being tortured.”

            “I shall be brave and complete this task.” Exclaimed Frederich, with his lisp from his German dad, ready to complete his new journey.

            Heading back to the concentration camp, he had an epiphany and stopped dead in his tracks.

            He whispered to himself, “How will I do this, I am an ordinary man. I am a Jew also. How could my life get any worse? I really hope no body finds out of my true origin.” An innocent white bunny crossed his path and stood at the base of his feet. As Frederich made noises at the animal, it sat at his feet every so peacefully.” I understand now.” Frederich said. “I understand my journey”

            He turned around and saw a plume of smoke and a nasty smell rise from the camp. He fell to the ground and cried.

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