Eddie Willis

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Eddie Willis

Victim

December 9, 1947:            I remembered something today, a thought that hasn’t crossed my mind in years. My names not really Eddie Willis, I do not even remember what my real name is any more. My name used to be a beautiful Jewish name, a name that school girls could jump rope to, and a name that was roll of the tongue good. I have a confession, I no longer consider myself to be of the Jewish faith. I do not deserve to be considered Jewish. It is a title I do not deserve. I have not picked up a Torah since Auschwitz, and that is the last time I believed in God. I am ashamed to admit it.

            Today I heard that my old S.S officer Hermann Goering is going to be put on trial for his life. I wish the choice he made to put me, and all those other innocent Jews, and they cut his head off as he walks in through the prisoner’s door. I want God himself to smite down on him as he enters the room. I want him to have a heart attack, and drop dead on the spot. If this does not happen, there is no such thing as God.

            Hallelujah. He is going to die, good riddance. This one man is not going to God. He is going to be reincarnated as something useless, abused. Like a goldfish, or a soup staring, or a potatoes peeler. All those innocent Jewish peoples who died, because of him are all smiling down as they watch him doe a slow, painful death. I wish everyone in the world’s population could spit right between his to eyes. I yell to him, I hate you. I hope that I think I will live long enough to see him die. The exaction is set to happen in a couple of weeks. I have been feeling unmorally weak recently. Like Death himself has been following me around, as a dog follows his master. I wonder how he must be feeling, knowing that people want to die, and they are making sure that he dies. He does not even get a chance to watch his kid’s grownup. At least I had time to know my kids over a couple of years, before he sent them to a death in flames. I hate him, with all my soul.

            I forgot to say something. Today is my birthday; I am now seventy- eight years old. I think I am ready to die now. Actually, I do not think I want to wait to be with God anymore. I have my gun in my hand. Goodbye, everybody.