Follow The Screams

As I walked in, I saw 20 to 30 men hanging from poles. They were still alive, kicking and wiggling. I told my men to cut them down. Two men who were nude had piano wire through their wrists and more wire through their privates; they were hung by their privates. I don’t know if those two survived or not.

Inside the barracks, everyone was lying across the bunks, in three tiers, with their heads toward us. They were chained by the ankles. They were left to starve to death. In a second barracks, people were so weak, they couldn’t lift their bodies. By now, we were all crying. Some of the men were promising revenge. The greener ones were vomiting. The odor was absolutely terrible.

Outside, one man somehow drew my attention. He was lying there, totally nude, horribly starved, nothing but a skeleton. I picked him up, but I could hardly feel him. He was so light. I laid him on the wooden floor of a barracks.

At one point, we heard a heck of a ruckus outside. My men had found 20 SS women guards. The prisoners were trying to charge these women guards and tear them apart. I ordered my 16 or 17 men to hold them back. I told everyone there wasn’t going to be any more killing. I told them they were all free. A Frenchman started to sing “The Marseillaise.” Then the crowd charged us, hugging and kissing us. The survivors carried those who couldn’t walk, so they could touch their liberators.

title: “Follow The Screams” ShowToc: true date: “2022-12-24” author: “Kathleen Mcbean”

As I walked in, I saw 20 to 30 men hanging from poles. They were still alive, kicking and wiggling. I told my men to cut them down. Two men who were nude had piano wire through their wrists and more wire through their privates; they were hung by their privates. I don’t know if those two survived or not.

Inside the barracks, everyone was lying across the bunks, in three tiers, with their heads toward us. They were chained by the ankles. They were left to starve to death. In a second barracks, people were so weak, they couldn’t lift their bodies. By now, we were all crying. Some of the men were promising revenge. The greener ones were vomiting. The odor was absolutely terrible.

Outside, one man somehow drew my attention. He was lying there, totally nude, horribly starved, nothing but a skeleton. I picked him up, but I could hardly feel him. He was so light. I laid him on the wooden floor of a barracks.

At one point, we heard a heck of a ruckus outside. My men had found 20 SS women guards. The prisoners were trying to charge these women guards and tear them apart. I ordered my 16 or 17 men to hold them back. I told everyone there wasn’t going to be any more killing. I told them they were all free. A Frenchman started to sing “The Marseillaise.” Then the crowd charged us, hugging and kissing us. The survivors carried those who couldn’t walk, so they could touch their liberators.