I walked passed the dining room table and sitting there were menorah candles for Hanukkah. My blood began to boil, the dirty jews were somewhere hiding inside the house. I continued up the stairs, each one creaked with every step I took. I had walked passed a series of bedrooms, all of which seemed to be empty. When finally I reached the end of the hallway where the bathroom was, I had seen the shower curtain move. As I moved closer I heard a gasp from the bathtub. I opened the curtain to find two small girls holding hands with a young boy just a little older than them. I immediately shut the curtain, I did not have the heart to bring them downstairs. I walked out of the bathroom and a comrade had just reached the bathroom door. He asked me what I had found in the tub that made me shut the curtain so quick. Before I knew it he walked passed and flung open the curtain. He grabbed the two little girls by the collars of their sweaters and demanded that I grab the boy too. I followed him downstairs, and outside to the backyard of the house. He had told the commander I planned on leaving the children upstairs. The commander told me that I was an embarrassment, and insisted that I must shoot the children. I knew that if I denied his order, then it would be me instead of them. So I did it, and at that moment I could not believe what I had done.
I found it extremely difficult to write this. I tried to leave hints that it was a Jewish household, but wasn't sure exactly how to do so. I found it hard to try and find a reason to make him change. What better way to put two little girls, similar to his own young sisters, and a small boy maybe himself.