The prisoners of the camp hear the American troops before they see them. They can hear the loud rumbling engine of the tanks and the screeching tires of the armored trucks every time they bend around a corner. The sounds are not elegant or pleasing to the ordinary person, but the campers are not ordinary.  For these are the sounds they have been waiting for. Everyday they would pray that someone would come to set them free from the exhausting work and inhumane killing. The loud engines and screeching tires are not ugly to the campers’ ears; they are the sounds of freedom.
    The troops break down the front gates with ease and continue into the main courtyard of the concentration camp. The tanks are immense, army green masses of metal and on top of each one there is a very intimidating gun with a little man popping up behind it; he is nothing compared to the remarkable machine. Trailing behind the tanks are much smaller armored trucks each carrying four men inside. They are also army green like the tanks and they have big black wheels. All the vehicles come to a halt in the middle of the camp.  There is silence throughout every workstation, office, and barrack. The American troops quickly get to work.
    All the soldiers scatter out from their trucks and split up into groups. The tanks give out loud roar and are on the move again. Some Nazi officers try to fight back, and some try to flee the camp, but they stand no chance against the powerful Americans.  Then they start to gather all of the campers. The troops put them in large groups and count them all before they can go. The campers are still in shock; they are being reunited with their families and loved ones. All together the troops and campers walk out of the camp. This is a new beginning, and fresh start. There is an old, tired man in the middle of the crowd. His face is expressionless; he is drained of all emotion. He lifts his hand up as if to ask a question and everything falls silent. He clears his throat once and looks up to one of the soldiers in awe. He asks, “Where do we go from here?” The soldier is silent for a moment. Then he smiles wryly and responds, “Anywhere you please, sir.”
    The old man breaks down in tears. He looks around at the campers gathered around him and softly speaks; “We are free.”