“Night” Point of View Essay

David Wicks1-15-12 Mr. ChesnoffEnglish 10H P. O. V 2 As the seemingly endless, grueling, painful shape from camp to camp came to an end, we had to endure yet another horrible situation. collect to the excitement of arriving at our destination, we all packed into the barracks too quickly. People were being trampled and suffocated under the mad shoot of the freezing bodies. I was one of the unlucky ones who had been pushed, shoved and fell and now was being crushed under the metric weight unit of the ice cold flesh.I surely would have been massacreed by the lack of air or under the considerable amount of weight that was crushing my frail body. I stayed calm for a moment to collect my thoughts and and then gathered up my strength to yell, Youre crushing me have mercy I thought, Ive make it this far and I cant die like this. Once more I mustered up the strength to exclaim, youre crushing me mercy, have mercy . To my confusion the body right on bill of me answered my cries of he lp. 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 worried that the weight of the people would break my fiddle and that I mandatory 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 exclusively link left that I had with the outside world.I needed to keep it safe at all costs. I managed to slip away from the cluster of bodies and found an vitiate part of the room where I pulled out my bow and brushed off my violin of all the dope and snow. I took a moment to observe what the Germans had broken us down to. I can only describe it as lifeless skeletons, who live only to see their next ration. The sight was too overmuch for me to bear. I thought of the most moving and inspirational piece that I knew and I began to play separate of a Beethoven concerto. I knew my ultimate fate yet I continued to play.As things calmed down, I had spy that my music had put many to sleep including Elie. I played for about ten minutes until I had finished my piece, thats when the guards came for me. With club in hand I was held back as I watched my violin get smashed, crushed and turned to nothing. I had just witnessed my last true happiness, my last connection to the world outside these gates, outside these restraints. I opened death with open arms because I knew that though they could kill my body, they could never kill my legacy.