JM

JM

My project is on my great grand uncle Ping. He suffered greatly in World War 2, and those traumatic experiences made him into a stronger man. In this inspiring tale of courage and heroics, you will see how cruel the intensities of war could be.

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**__ Script __** My name is Abram Korn, and this is my story. Not many of you know this about me, but I survived all of World War 2 as a Jewish prisoner. I was sixteen years old when the Nazis invaded my hometown of Lipno. It was September 1, 1939, the first day of the war as I recall when those blasted degenerates took me away from my family. I had to endure ghettos, concentration camps and the Death March to Auschwitz at such a young age. I lost my innocence and my youth. I was exposed to a side of life one must never encounter. All you youngsters of today, constantly whining about how tough your life is, don’t know anything about real struggle. I had to bargain for food and other necessities from my fellow prisoners. I had to work hours and hours a day, just to prevent myself from being shot in the back of the head. That’s how it was like in the camps. If you were too weak to continue, you were shot immediately. Even if you sat down for a couple of seconds, you were shot. In fact, you could be the best worker out there; you could still end up with a bullet in between your skull. Out there, we were dehumanized. Out there we were tools. But no matter how horrific things were, I never lost all hope. Whenever a new day would begin, I would say to myself, “Just one more day Abe, just one more day.” Eventually, my crew and I were liberated on April 11, 1945. I know the date now, but when I got out, I didn’t even know what time of year it was. After that, I went to school like a normal young man would, and made a living. As an earnest man, willing to forgive past sins, I married a German Lutheran and we moved to the United States of America. I died in 1972.