Ghosts of Glory

Ghosts of Glory They came to Auschwitz and Treblinka... they tore down the walls that confined us. How we wept with joy as the SS officers were taken away - we spit in their path, those of us still able to call up sputum from lungs tortured with malnutrition and iron beds that bore no blankets for our bones. My sleeves are covering the number they burned into my arm, taking away my humanity and rendering me nothing. A young soldier takes my arm, he has tears in his eyes as he tells me he is from Texas...there are no other words he can pull from his young, shocked brain. When you see this picture - remember these words: “All it takes for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing”.