'“Night” Point of View Essay\r'

'David Wicks1-15-12 Mr. ChesnoffEnglish 10H P. O. V #2 As the seemingly endless, grueling, painful excrete from populate to camp came to an end, we had to endure yet another horrible situation. collectable to the excitement of arriving at our destination, we all packed into the barracks in like manner quickly. People were being trampled and suffocated under the mad frighten away of the freezing bo run downs. I was one of the unlucky ones who had been pushed, shoved and pelt and now was being crushed under the cant of the cover cold flesh.I surely would have been blot outed by the lack of air or under the coarse amount of weight that was oppress my frail body. I stayed calm for a moment to collect my thoughts and and then gathered up my strength to yell, ‘”You’re crushing me… have mercy! ’ I thought, I’ve make it this far and I can’t die like this. Once more I mustered up the strength to exclaim, ‘you’re crushing m e… mercy, have mercy! ’”. To my strike the body right on fade of me answered my cries of help. It was Elie, the boy I remembered from my original work camp, he was the one who received 25 lashings.What a surprise to meet him here! I was surprised and a little delighted that someone I knew had do it this far. I explained to him how I was tired, and how my feet were swollen and hurt me because of the ice cold stiff ground we were forced to run on. In addition I told him I was confused that the weight of the people would break my fiddle and that I required to find a way out. I had hid my violin under all of my garments while I ran and wherever I went to keep it safe. This violin was the scarce link left that I had with the outside human being.I needed to keep it safe at all costs. I managed to slip away from the cluster of bodies and found an hollow part of the room where I pulled out my acquiesce and brushed off my violin of all the smut and snow. I took a moment to observe what the Germans had broken us down to. I can plainly describe it as lifeless skeletons, who live exactly to see their next ration. The sight was too a lot for me to bear. I thought of the most moving and sacred piece that I knew and I began to play part of a Beethoven concerto. I knew my ultimate requisite yet I continued to play.As things calmed down, I had find that my music had put many to sleep including Elie. I played for about ten minutes until I had finished my piece, that’s when the guards came for me. With club in pass away I was held back as I watched my violin get smashed, crushed and turned to nothing. I had fair(a) witnessed my last true happiness, my last connection to the world outside these gates, outside these restraints. I opened cobblers last with open arms because I knew that though they could kill my body, they could never kill my legacy.\r\n'