Disclaimer: This "article" is written by a high school-er trying to imitate the reaction of a news reporter at the site of the liberation of the Buchenwald Concentration Camp.

Before the liberation, Buchenwald was partially evacuated like many with deadly, bitter cold marches through the snow. Thousands of crippled, sick inmates were left behind along with some guards put the towers to keep them from escaping.

An inmate of Buchenwald since 1941 was able to construct a short-wave transmitter and small generator in the prisoners movie room. On April 8, at noon a message was sent out

"To the Allies. To the army of General Patton. This is the Buchenwald concentration camp. SOS. We request help. They want to evacuate us. The SS wants to destroy us."

They repeated this message multiple times in German English and Russian. Three minutes after the last transmission the HQ of the US Third Army responded.

"KZ Bu. Hold out. Rushing to your aid. Staff of Third Army."

With this new the inmates stormed the towers of the camp killing the guards with guns they had been saving since 1942. (one machine gun and 91 rifles.)

Three days after the transmissions, On April 11, 1945, The US army arrived. The soldiers were given a hero's welcome.

45411b.jpgI was a reporter traveling with the American Soldiers. I arrived a day after the Third Army with the 80th Infantry Division. When we arrived to the camp it was deserted except for some liberated prisoners roaming around. It was rumored the some of the survivors had went with soldiers to track down SS Guards, who had fled, and kill them. Also that some had traveled to neighboring Weimar where they looted houses and randomly killed German citizens.

When I first entered the camp men greeted me by trying to lift me up on their shoulders but their spent, lanky bodies could not bear it. And as we gathered them up and brought them food some dropped dead due to exhaustion, starvation, and disease. I felt like there was nothing the army or myself could do to help these people and it was frustrating.

When we went into the barracks there was blood, dead people and between them people still alive and naked. We saw hundreds of worried eyes turn toward us and we saw many carcasses motionless lying next to the people on the bunks. There were thousands of emaciated people crowded into small barracks and stables and I felt like I was able to see the disease because it was so prominent. The smell was horrid and unimaginable. The people walked as if they had already died, walking dead, unable to turn their heads. They were skin and bones.

There was a workshop at the camp that's sole purpose was to use the skin of dying Jews as lampshades. And ashes were recovered, after the bodies of dead prisoners were burnt, for use in fertilization of the fields. When I saw this my mind could not wrap around the overwhelming idea that someone could be so terrible to kill so many people and to ruin so many lives. There was an evil, bitter feeling that lurked everywhere in the camp.

The bodies of the victims of the extermination camp were piled up like unwanted furniture on the side of the road waiting for disposal. They were naked bodies stacked up like it's routine waiting for their naked corpses, stripped of their dignity and identity, to be wiped from the face of the earth as if they had never existed at all.

There is still a part of me that wishes I had never seen what i saw that day, It haunts me constantly and it has certainly opened my eyes to the horrible ability that man possesses. I also have a part of me that accepts the what happened because I was able to share this history with many people and I know that people will be able to prevent this horrible decade of evil from repeating itself.