Almost matter-of-factly he tells his story. Only at times does he rail against his fate and against the God who he feels has deserted them all. I couldn't help but think of a book I read many years ago, Man's Search for Meaning, by Viktor Frankl, in which he tells of his experiences in German concentration camps. However Frankl was a man in his late thirties, a psychiatrist. In his book he documents his method of of survival and he analyzes the different behaviours he witnessed in the camps.
Never Shall I Forget
Never shall I forget that night,
the first night in the camp
which has turned my life into one long night,
seven times cursed and seven times sealed.
Never shall I forget that smoke.
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children
whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke
beneath a silent blue sky.
Never shall I forget those flames
which consumed my faith for ever.
Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence
which deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments
which murdered my God and my soul
and turned my dreams into dust.
Never shall I forget these things,
even if I am condemned to live
as long as God Himself.