HOLOCAUST
Americans caught Dachau in the middle of its macabre, ghastly work.
On a siding entering the campus-like exterior of the death camp and still in view to the neat, quaint little village of Dachau was one of the many death trains that had come to that notorious concentration lager.
Some 40 box cars were still full of their grisly cargo, starved men, humans that no looked like humans, just skin-covered
skeletons, clad in striped pajama suits. They were dead, lying grotesquely, one on the other, in the residue of animal living. A few, still alive when the train reached Dachau, lay on the tracks beside the cars where they had stumbled out, only to die.
They had been alive when the train started from somewhere. It was intended they be dead on arrival, to be disposed of in the five crematoriums of the camps.
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