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   In January 1942, a conference was held in Wannsee outside Berlin to determine what exactly to do with the "problem" faced with purist Germany. The "final solution:" genocide. Mass genocide. Between the years of 1941 and 1945, 1.6 million men, women, and children were eradicated in the most horrendous way possible. Finally, in January 1945, Auschwitz was liberated by the Soviet Army. Out of the 4 million Jews, Polish, Romanians, and other nationalities that were present in Auschwitz, this day, in 1945, only 7500 prisoners were left.
   I know so little of what took place in that place. Even though documentary after documentary that I have watched, my brain tends to shut down because to imagine the atrocities that took place in Auschwitz and other camps alike baffle me.
   I have nothing to say that hasn't already been said. I have nothing new to write that hasn't already been written. I have nothing new to add that has yet to be discovered. I feel, however, that it is important to recognize the sad and bloody history that took place over 70 years ago, and to never forget that humanity is lost and destructive if not for the saving grace of Christ.
   If you do nothing today, take a moment of silence. Remember the men: beaten and broken, the women: raped and tortured, the children: starved and abandoned. All of them killed.



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