Letters From A Thousand Mileage Away

Part 1

              My husband Ted and I, used to lived in a refuge camp during the holocaust period. It was really toughed  and doleful, especially when we have to fought over remnants of foods. Sometimes, we don't even eat for days.  My husband was forced to be one of the German soldiers, leaving my daughter and I behind. Approximately two-thirds were killed over nine million Jews who had resided in Europe before and after holocaust. It literally was the most devastating moment of my life when I saw the streets. It was fulled of corpses, children who were crying for their missing parents - who were probably dead -. Slaves and prisoners were persecuted by the Nazi regime. Some were executed by a specially trained paramilitary units called Einsatzgruppen. This forces were known for the best of carrying out different acts of torture. Some were put into the gas chamber. Not some I meant, but majority. For me, I don't really bother about everything that happened except my family. It's been a year since my husband was out, battling with the Jews. I received a letter from him, once in every month, but I haven't recieved any letters from him this month. I was so worried about him, about everything, about the unanswered questions from Lena my daughter, about his health and millions of thoughts running through my mind, about the possiblity and the probability of things that will or had happened to Ted. I have this lagniappe of a mother which can sense danger and gives warning to my family.  Suddenly....