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Today, we must never forget. We must remember the Jews, and the Romani, for whom history has been a painful erasure of their suffering as well. Never again. Never forget. But you have a chance to prevent it. You have a chance to act. Do not be content thinking, “Well, if *I* were in WWII, I would’ve helped stop this.” Things are also bad NOW. This is your chance to prove you are that person. Z”l.
If we held just one minute of silence for every victim of the Holocaust then we would be silent for eleven and a half years. Never forget. Never again. #HolocaustMemorialDay
Today, on International Day of Commemoration in memory of the victims of the Holocaust, the world bows its head in memory of 11 million lives lost; 11 million people who lived, learned, thrived, struggled, laughed, worked and loved.
Today, we remember 11 million people who were stripped of their individuality and humanity, and we say: Never again.
Today, on International Day of Commemoration in memory of the victims of the Holocaust, the world bows its head in memory of 11 million lives lost; 11 million people who lived, learned, thrived, struggled, laughed, worked and loved.
Today, we remember 11 million people who were stripped of their individuality and humanity, and we say: Never again.
Holocaust Memorial Day
On 27th January 1945, exactly 70 years ago today, Auschwitz and its subcamps were liberated by the advancing Red Army. Stunned Soviet soldiers released some 7,000 emaciated prisoners left behind as the Germans withdrew, taking those prisoners who were able on Death Marches.
Set up in 1940 by the occupying Germans, Auschwitz was initially a labor camp for Polish prisoners but grew into a death factory out of necessity when Jews from across Europe were shipped in. The Auschwitz complex consisted of three parts: Auschwitz-I was mostly administrative, Monowitz was a slave labor camp supporting I.G. Farben (who also produced the gassing chemical, Zyklon B), and Auschwitz-II (commonly referred to as Birkenau) acting as the death camp.
More than one million Jews were killed there, but they weren’t alone in the suffering. Along side them were mixed and non-pure Gypsies, Russians, Poles, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Gays, and various other political prisoners (such as Communists, Social Democrats) also died within its barbed wire fences. Hundreds were subjected to horrific and inhuman medical experiments by Dr. Josef Mengele and his fellow physicians in an effort to test theories of Aryan supremacy, bizarre genetic experiments on twins, various forms of sterilization to name a few.
Although the exact number may never be known, historians agree that up to 1.5 million people died in the gas chambers and crematoria of Auschwitz-Birkenau. In the end the camp served as Nazi Germany’s most efficient killing machine in the “Final Solution”—the genocide of European Jews and those who were considered untermensch.
Today is International Holocaust Remembrance Day.
January 27 marks the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau, the largest Nazi death camp.
In 2005, the United Nations General Assembly designated this day as International Holocaust Remembrance Day (IHRD), an annual day of commemoration to honor the victims of the Nazi era.
From 1940 to 1945, more than 1.1 million men, women and children were killed in the Auschwitz concentration camp. 90% of them were Jews. All were innocent. Today, we remember
Never Again.
70 years since the liberation of Auschwitz
↳ Parachute Infantry quotes applied to HBO’s Band of Brothers || I closed my eyes and thought of Muck and Penkala, who were small, clean-cut men, close as brothers, and of little Julian, who was that great rarity, a gentle Southerner. Hoobler was dead too. It did not seem possible.
part I | part II | part III | part IV | part V
Get to know me meme — [1/5] favourite tv shows: Band of Brothers
"Speirs!" Joe screamed, the cloud of smoke blocking his vision of his commander. The dread what would be before him when it settled nagged at his stomach. "Lieutenant Speirs! "
Shells had hit the place, it was unrecognizable because of the smoke it had created. Speirs was trying to find his way, when he suddenly heard someone yell his name. He could not see the person through the thick smoke, but he recognized the voice. “Liebgott?” He whispered softy to himself. Yet another time Joe yelled his name. By the unsettling tone of Joe he knew that something was wrong. Speirs walked towards Liebgott, trying to follow his voice. It took him a while to find him, but finally he could see his silhouette through the smoke. “What is it? What happened?”
Speirs looked down for a moment, before answering the question. “Just trying to get a good picture of E, before we get into battle. Besides, we have planned everything out already, so we are just waiting for the right moment to attack now.” He looked down again, at his hands. Dirt under his fingernails, and hands covered with little scars. Some where old, some where new. He wondered how long the war was going to last.
Looking back up at Liebgott he saw that he was calmed down a bit. But Speirs had a feeling that it still was too early to talk about Skip and Penkala. He nervously scratched the back of his neck. God what was he bad at having conversations.
“You’ve ever been wounded?” It was the first thing that popped up his mind. Normally he didn’t really cared about knowing the men, as long as they did their job. But he was interested about E company. They always had it the hardest. Trained by Sobel, had the toughest missions, basically they were the most unlucky company of the whole 101, but they always pulled through. So yeah, he was a bit curious about them.
Joe was a bit surprised, he was coming at it in all different directions. It made his head spin a bit. Hearing his question though seemed to anchor him back to reality though. “Wounded?” He almost snorted. “Of course,” how could you not in a place like this?
He realized how Dog company wasn’t really ever with Easy, how they fought along side them during the landing invasion and took out one of the four machine guns pinning the beach. And how they hadn’t been close, not since Dog and Fox company ran away during the battle in the trenches after Carentan. Maybe they didn’t know.
"I got pinked in the neck," he tilted his head a bit, showing the healed scar across his right side of his neck. "My own fault." He mumbled quickly before pulling up his pant leg a little. "Got this one…not quite sure when actually. Just remember it sorta happened."
"What about you sir?" He asked, inhaling deeply and breathing out either cold air or smoke, he didn’t know or care. "You’re always on the lines from what I hear. Ever been wounded?"
“No.” He simply said. “Some shrapnel here and there, but I’ve never had something serious.” Sometimes he’d wished he had though. Speirs never really bonded with his men, but when he saw some of them getting wounded or die because they where ordering, he couldn’t help himself of feeling guilty. He’d wish the bulet had hit him, because it is much easier to handle, it would be just his own fault, no guilt, no nothing else.
But he has made it so far with only a few scratches, and he sould be grateful for that. Speirs looked up in the sky, it was already getting darker. The Germans fired more at night then they did during the day. It is darker then and things get even more chaotic. It has been a bit quiet for the last few day, so Speirs is just waiting for them to come back with even more shells, and give them a bombing they have never seen before.
Speirs was getting tired, so he dropped at the nervous acting and told himself it wasn't necessary. He puts his hands behind his head and leaned backwards, closing his eyes for a while. Enjoying the silence that can turn in a deafening firework any moment. Speirs can feel that Liebgott is still watching him, so he opens his eyes again. He had a feeling that if he wanted to ask about the two soldiers that died today, he had to do it right now. “Who where Skip and Penkala exactly? I’ve heard a lot about them.”
Maybe you’ll become a real man after all.