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YOM HASHOAH MEMORIAL CEREMONY PROGRAM Final Steps Last Hopes The Untold Stories In memory of the victims of the Nazi death marches Written and compiled by Elana Yael Heideman PhD Links in the Chain 1

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Our memorial programs are uniquely designed to ensure a powerful and meaningful experience for everyone They are fitting for all ages and can be altered to suit the needs of any audience or time frame They also make for wonderful private reading for Yom HaShoah or any Holocaust memorial learning opportunity Some selections can also be shared through artistic representation HOW TO UTILIZE THE PROGRAM Narrow down selections based on your desired program length Assign readings Prepare table and candles Ensure set up of audio visual logistics for sharing of the accompanying presentation that runs simultaneous as a background to the ceremony For more ideas or information on how you can personalize the memorial for your community please contact us at info israelforever org www IsraelForever org Links in the Chain 2

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Final Steps Last Hopes The Untold Stories of the Nazi Death Marches MEMORIAL PROGRAM MC Shalom and welcome Today we come together to remember To learn To inherit Today we pay tribute to the memory of the deceased to the dignity of life destroyed and to the legacy that we shall pass on to future generations Every year communities gather to recount the experiences of suffering the moments of hope and the memories of victims and survivors of the Nazi Holocaust Every year we face new challenges we uncover more stories we learn new facts that shed light on this dark chapter of human history that we the heirs of memory must pass on From the Nuremburg Laws to the ghettos from the cattle cars to the gas chambers there is no end to the horrors of the Holocaust The Death Marches are one facet whose reality is too often left untold The name alone defines its purpose Death March The name most commonly refers to the procession of prisoners of the Nazi concentration labor and death camps in Poland headed towards Germany in the final year of the war a name bestowed by the victims of the marches themselves to refer to the agonizing journey by foot in the freezing cold for hundreds of kilometers during which hundreds of thousands met their death Some know the term few comprehend its meaning Not the first of their kind in history the Nazi death march was the culmination of anxiety pain and confusion after years of torture to their already beaten down bodies and souls A final stage of the Final Solution Links in the Chain 3

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And yet our memory of the death marches must also recount the other marches throughout the duration of the Holocaust Those who were marched into the forests and to their death by the Einsatzgruppen firing squads into mass graves Those who were marched to the riverbanks and forced to march into the water amid gunfire Even those who marched unknowingly towards their death by gas With every step their strength waned With every crack of the whip or blare of a bullet their fears grew With every agonizing moment their hopes of surviving became harder to cling on to Despite their significance as yet another method of Nazi torture until recently there has been surprisingly little research on the death marches Today we take a moment to remember READING 1 It was already beginning to get light An unending column of people guarded by armed policemen was passing by Young women women with infants in their arms old women handicapped helped by their neighbors young boys and girls all marching marching Suddenly in front of our window a German SS man started firing with an automatic gun pointblank into the crowd People were mowed down by the shots and fell on the cobblestones There was confusion in the column People were trampling over those who had fallen they were pushing forward away from the wildly shooting SS man Some were throwing away their packs so they could run faster The Latvian policemen were shouting Faster faster and lashing whips over the heads of the crowd The columns of people were moving on and on sometimes at a half run marching trotting without end There one there another would fall and they would walk right over them constantly being urged on by the policemen Faster faster with their whips and rifle butts I stood by the window and watched until about midday when the horror of the march ended Now the street was quiet nothing moved Corpses were scattered all over rivulets of blood still oozing from the lifeless bodies They were mostly old people pregnant women children handicapped all those who could not keep up with the inhuman tempo of the march Frida Michelson Links in the Chain 4

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READING 2 Families and whole communities Organized into columns driven by foot from their homes towards the unknown The Jews could not keep up the pace demanded by the guards The column kept stretching out Anyone who fell out of line or stopped to rest was shot The march ends Their fate awaits Babi Yar Ponary Lupochowa Rombuli Tarnow Vinnitsia Rovno Kishinev countless marches towards awaiting mass graves Stripped of their clothing valuables confiscated Forced to run barefoot then naked in front of family friends strangers Handicapped and elderly people were helped along the way This march of death was a march of humiliation to the killing grounds Some wept others prayed The living forced to stand on top of those already shot inside the pits One bullet at a time so as not to be wasteful Gunfire rained down all around them Their final steps had led them to this fate Their last hopes had been destroyed MC Columns of Jews were marched countless times Toward the ghettos toward the cattlecars toward the gas Each march held within it moments of despair moments of hope moments of survival and inevitably final moments of life Each march was a form of a prison unable to choose one s path or deter the awaiting fate whatever it might be The first recorded death march took place in Poland in mid January 1940 when more than 800 Jewish prisoners of war servicemen in the Polish army were sent on a march of almost 100 kilometers 62 miles in freezing temperatures guarded by mounted SS men Only a few dozen survived After Germany s invasion of the Soviet Union in June 1941 whole communities were decamated in hidden mass graves of the forest of Lithuania Russia Eastern Poland Ukraine Latvia Estonia BieloRussia Macedonia Nearly 2 million Jews took their final steps and uttered their final prayers amidst trees that would be their final witnesses Some graves are still being discovered only today But these were not the last of the marches to death Links in the Chain 5

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The marches from the camps to the West began in 1944 one year before the end of the war with the first evacuation of prisoners from the Majdanek concentration camp whose gas chambers and last handful of barracks still stand today They weren t told where they were going Many wondered were they going out to a field to be shot Would it be better to try to escape now How far would they be marching It was the uncertainty of that destination that increased the horror for some Once again forced towards the unknown the end of the war was their only hope READING 3 Sometime in mid April 1944 we were ordered to leave the work camp and go on a forced march to nowhere We marched endlessly and aimlessly another special torture of the Nazis There was absolutely no provision for us Neither food water nor shelter only two guards with their guns We marched back and forth on the highways of Nazi Germany parallel to the Death Commandoes of the SS in their black uniforms They were hunting and shooting prisoners at random throughout the days and nights We lived in constant fear for our miserable lives The march lasted 12 days or was it weeks We had no calendar and after a while we stopped counting We only knew that each day we were fewer and fewer Some died of hunger some of disease some of total exhaustion and some by not wanting to live any more They just fell by the wayside I hoped some might have even managed to escape My two camp sisters Sari and Edith and I were inseparable on this journey To have friends who cared about each other made all the misery a little bit more bearable We encouraged each other We dragged or held each other up Above all we shared every little scrap of food or anything that looked like food rotten little potatoes or carrots dug up in the fields We raided the garbage cans when marching through towns Occasionally we dared to beg Most of the times we were chased away but on a rare occasion German women would have pity on us I remember once I was given a large slice of bread with marmalade on it which the three of us scrupulously shared Was that a feast We slept outdoors in ditches or in small forests Lice attached themselves to our bodies and in the seams of our clothes Lice were our constant companions We must have been an awful sight to the ordinary observer My shoes consisted of wooden soles with canvas tops that were in tatters While we worked in the factory I could tie the top and bottom together with wire like a muzzle on a dog But on the road my contraption was coming apart and my feet were a mass of bleeding flesh Was it April or was it already May We didn t know or care By now we were excruciatingly hungry exhausted dirty and utterly hopeless Our numbers dwindled to approximately 200 women at various stages of disintegration We were the pitiful remnant of the nearly 1000 women who started out Our forced march turned into a death march Judy Weissenberg Cohen Links in the Chain 6

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READING 4 I have a curious unreal feeling One of almost being part of the grayish dusk of the town Of course you will not find a single German who will admit they ever saw a single one of us Still we were there hungry in rags our eyes screaming for food And no one heard us We ate the smell of smoked meats reaching our nostrils blowing our way from the various shops Please our eyes screamed give us the bone your dog has finished gnawing Help us live You wear coats and gloves just like human beings do Aren t you human beings What is underneath your coats Isabella Leitner READING 5 The Crimson Lake Sol Teichman 17 years old I was terrified at each and every step My body convulsed with excruciating muscle spasms Everywhere was the sharp crack of rifle fire as the Germans picked off one Jew after another If a prisoner tried to step aside to relieve himself he was shot bayoneted or beaten to death with the heavy butt of a rifle Was I going to be murdered next I had no idea where we were going or for how long we were going to march Would we be on this road for one day two days a week a month or did the Germans plan on marching us until we were all dead Not knowing was torture just as the Germans planned On the first night of the march my brother Steve lost heart I don t want to go on I don t want to live he said I looked at my brother and I knew in the depths of my soul that there was no choice And so though Steve was bigger and heavier than me I leaned over draped him over my back and carried my brother All I could do was place one foot in front of the other one breath and then another We marched for days and nights without food or water Guards deliberately dropped bread in the road anyone bending down to pick it up were shot in the head My bones felt crushed pulverized Every breath was torture my lungs felt as if they were exploding from unbearable pressure But I knew that if I stopped if I collapsed the Germans would shoot us beat us to death or let their attack dogs rip us from limb to limb And so I staggered onward One day in the distance we spied a lake Many of the men on the march started running towards the water desperate to get a drink of water As I staggered closer to the lake I saw that the water was a strange color And then I realized that the lake was red Links in the Chain 7

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The Germans were shooting hundreds of Jews by the shores of the lake and the water turned to blood We stood and stared at the crimson lake I could not would not drink the bloody water We lay down tried to sleep and then in the middle of the night a tremendous thunderstorm exploded Rain poured from the sky I stood in the middle of the field opened my mouth and savored the sharp needles of rain dripping down my throat The thunderstorm was miraculous and provided just enough water to relieve my overwhelming thirst Shivering in the rain and mud I snatched bits of fitful sleep In the middle of the night I awoke and watched in dismay as starved prisoners crazed by empty bellies shoved tufts of grass black dirt clinging to the roots into their mouths chewed and swallowed I was dizzy from exhaustion hunger and fear Every bone in my body was throbbing I felt like a marching skeleton Thousands were murdered along that road My fellow Jewish prisoners were beaten to death with wooden clubs and iron bars Some Jews welcomed death for life had become endless torture unendurable Four uncles and several cousins died on this death march When we started the march we were about 6 000 Jews arriving at Dachau there were only about 600 survivors MC In the final months of the Third Reich as the Red Army pushed through Poland SS chief Heinrich Himmler ordered gassing operations to cease The crematoria at Auschwitz were dismantled prisoners records were destroyed buildings demolished and the Sonderkommando special units of Jewish prisoners forced to complete the final processes of the death machine were ordered to remove any other evidence of the killings including the mass graves But what could they do with the thousands of inmates and witnesses Himmler demanded that not a single prisoner from the concentration camps would be left alive to fall into the hands of the enemy determined that the dying Third Reich would dictate the fortunes of both its prisoners and its enemies They even believed that the Jews could be used as hostages in negotiations for a continued survival of the Nazi regime As the Allied armies approached the regime began to evacuate 755 000 prisoners of those still alive in concentration camps Prisoners were moved westward in the dead of winter forced to march toward the heartland of Germany where their presence would be less incriminating On the 8th of November 1944 76 000 Hungarian Jews were sent on a month long march to Dachau and Mauthausen From the 17th to the 21st of January 1945 just days before the arrival of the Soviet Army the evacuations of the prisoners of Auschwitz Birkenau began 66 000 prisoners were evacuated Links in the Chain 8

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66 000 prisoners were marched to Wodzislaw where they were put on freight trains to the GrossRosen Buchenwald Dachau and Mauthausen concentration camps Almost one in four died en route On January 20 7 000 Jews 6 000 of them women were marched from Stutthof s satellite camps in the Danzig region In the course of a 10 day march 700 were murdered Those who remained alive when the marchers reached the shores of the Baltic Sea were driven into the sea and shot There were only 13 known survivors Over 1000 female Jewish prisoners were evacuated from the Schlesiersee camp in western Poland Forced on a death march in a southwesterly direction the prisoners passed through other camps along the way and more women were added to the march On 5 May 1945 after covering a distance of over 800 km the march ended in the town of Volary in Czechoslovakia not far from the border with Germany and Austria 106 days of rigorous marching through snow 106 days of gnawing hunger and sickness humiliation and murder Some taking place in the public streets before the eyes of the German population who more often than not did nothing Of the approximately 1 300 women some 350 survived READING 6 Long columns of walking dead Dragging their pain in rows of 5 Days weeks months the distance growing yet going nowhere One piece of bread one can of food between four and a blanket And then nothing Cold clogs wet rags dry tongues Starved weak and ill Their freezing skin barely able to contain the bones within Forced to march often at a run An hour would go by They kept on marching Another hour would go by The marching continued In their tens of thousands the masses were dragged day and night night and day with no rest or break the German guards encased their path with hate and gunfire Exhaustion dysentery despair Handfuls of snow to ease hunger All who fell behind were shot often entire columns at once Many just froze to death Bodies left alongside the roads Discarded like trash like animals The snow engulfed their skeletal corpses who wanted only to touch the edge of freedom Links in the Chain 9

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READING 7 Elie Wiesel and his father were marched from Buna Monowitz a subcamp of Auschwitz Birkenau to Gleiwitz to be put on a freight train to the Buchenwald concentration camp near Weimar 350 miles 563 km away Pitch darkness Every now and then an explosion in the night They had orders to fire on any who could not keep up Their fingers on the triggers they did not deprive themselves of this pleasure If one of us had stopped for a second a sharp shot finished him off Near me men were collapsing in the dirty snow Shots Resting in a shed after marching 50 miles 80 km Rabbi Eliyahu asks if anyone has seen his son They had stuck together for three years always near each other for suffering for blows for the ration of bread for prayer but the rabbi had lost sight of him in the crowd and was now scratching through the snow looking for his son s corpse I hadn t any strength left for running And my son didn t notice That s all I know I don t tell the man that his son had indeed noticed his father limping and had run faster letting the distance between them grow And in spite of myself a prayer rose in my heart to that God in whom I no longer believed My God Lord of the Universe give me strength never to do what Rabbi Eliyahu s son has done The days were like nights and the nights left the dregs of their darkness in our souls We were no more than frozen bodies I was putting one foot in front of the other mechanically I was dragging with me this skeletal body which weighed so much If only I could have got rid of it In spite of my efforts not to think about it I could feel myself as two entities my body and me I hated it We spent two days and nights in Gleiwitz locked inside cramped barracks without food water or heat sleeping on top of one another so that each morning the living wake with the dead underneath them There is more marching to the train station and onto a cattle wagon with no roof We travel for ten days and nights with only the snow falling on them for water Of the 100 in our wagon 12 survive the journey The living make space by throwing the dead onto the tracks Our eyes closed we waited merely for the next stop so that we could count our dead I woke from my apathy just at the moment when two men came up to my father I threw myself on top of his body He was cold I slapped him I rubbed his hand crying Father Father Wake up They re trying to throw you out of the carriage His body remained inert I set to work to slap him as hard as I could After a moment my father s eyelids moved slightly over his glazed eyes He was breathing weakly The two men moved away I cried Elie Wiesel Links in the Chain 10

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MC On January 27 we commemorated 70 years since the liberation of Auschwitz But as we know the Holocaust did not end on that day While more than a 1 3 million Jews and other victims died in the infamous Nazi death camp only a few thousand sick and injured inmates remained at one of most poignant symbols of Nazi cruelty A joyous occasion for those who were saved by the Allied forces it was unfortunately still not the end for hundreds of thousands still in captivity In the 3 remaining months before the liberation of the camps in Germany the death marches constituted a final act of genocide by the Nazi regime With relatively rare exceptions the guards made no distinctions of category among the prisoners The religious composition of the columns was heterogeneous and comprised all the victims that had been terrorized by the Nazis There was no organized plan to exterminate these prisoners Massacres and shootings were decided on at a local even on an individual basis The SS guards killed for what they conceived of as practical reasons The prisoners of the death marches were regarded collectively as a threat to the future of German civilization The genocidal mentality guided their every decision even when their own lives were at stake from the pending attack by the Allies As the Reich descended into chaos the evacuations gathered pace continuing right up to the eve of the surrender on May 8 1945 The guards sometimes had to halt the marches and double back their way blocked by enemy troops Often lacking clear instructions they frequently had little idea of where they were going Some columns of prisoners stretched back for miles competing for space on the clogged roads with fleeing Germans retreating army supply convoys and army and police units redeploying to new locations behind the front There were 59 different marches from Nazi concentration camps during the final winter of German domination some covering hundreds of miles Some had a specific destination others were continued until liberation or death The exact number of people killed on the death marches is unknown It is estimated that of the prisoners sent out on death marches in the war s final weeks alone between nearly 375 000 were murdered or died along the way Links in the Chain 11

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READING 8 The prisoners feet were kissed by winter frost their hunger ached Some gave up hope unwilling to stumble on with pride and will run out We deemed a small delay a meagre prize fell gently and remained there calm and solemn unless one were to shout at us to rise awaiting death behind the marching column Collapsed exhausted only a fool would rise again to drag his knees and ankles once more like marching pain yet press on as though wings were to lift him on his way invited by the ditch but in vain he d dare not stay Ask him why not maintaining his pace he might reply he longs to meet the wife and a gentler death That s why But he s insane that poor man because above the homes since we have left them only a scorching whirlwind roams Oh if I could believe that all things for which I yearn to exist beyond my heart that there s still home and return return the old veranda the peaceful hum of bees attracted by the cooling fresh plum jam in the breeze the still late summer sunshine the garden drowsing mute among the leaves the swaying voluptuous naked fruit and Fanni waiting for me blonde by the russet hedge while languidly the morning re draws the shadow s edge It may come true again the moon shines so round be wise Don t leave me friend shout at me shout and I will arise Miklos Radnati READING 9 Leah Kaufman was but a young girl when she endured the Holocaust This poem reflects her struggles on the death march with her mother as well as her source of courage to live which mainly comes from her mother s words telling her that she needs to tell the world the story of the horrid tortures they faced Deep and sunken eyes hiding stories deep within Callused feet are ablaze they push through snow and wind no provender for young or old bread more precious than gold Hatred fuels the world fallen bodies are merely hurled away away Links in the Chain 12

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Bullets brush past my face hairless arms capture cool breezes Bullets meet with dirty flesh stranger falls down in pain and weezes Hard faced Kapos push us on we march and run night till dawn I pray my friends please don t stop to rest this my people is God s test But I wonder will I be remembered And I wonder Will I be missed Once my words and laughter are gone from this earth Will someone say the Kaddish for my lost soul and give it worth My mother s words still ring in my ears You must be strong you must be cunning you must be compassionate my dear Du muzt lebn du muzt gedenken du muzt dertzeiln der velt You must live you must remember you must tell the world our story We wish for the truth to be told not glory Death is like a welcome end to our misery Yet my yearning to live is a mystery 40 miles on foot is no small task Sisters are shot if they lag or fall in last Frigid temperatures have reached my heart I feel no love I feel no grief My mother falls in half relief for the time between her and the Lord s is brief So I tell myself to be strong thinking of my sister s lullaby song Despite the suffering through God I still believe I will go on it will be my legacy But I wonder will she be remembered And I wonder Will she be missed Once her words and laughter are gone from this earth Will someone say the Kaddish for her lost soul and give it worth my mother s words still ring in my ears You must be strong you must be cunning you must be compassionate my dear Du muzt lebn du muzt gedenken du muzt dertzeiln der velt You must live you must remember you must tell the world our story We wish for the truth to be told not glory Links in the Chain 13

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READING 10 Even in the midst of the ongoing torture of the march there were acts of kindness A gesture an expression a gift of encouragement that for some meant the distinction between life and death We were driven on and on and beaten mercilessly The police confiscated our shoes because they could be sold and forced us to walk barefoot on the frozen ground from one place to another With each bare footstep we sank further and further into hopelessness and despair Death seemed like a welcome end to our misery Nevertheless somehow I was always looking for a way to survive The gendarmes walked on one side of the unpaved road while we trudged on the other side The dirt roads were mired in mud with ridges of frozen earth that had been formed from the wheels of the army wagons My red swollen feet were frostbitten numb and bruised Early in the march my mother very much wanted us to have a chicken for Shabbos and she had an idea how we could get one All four of us girls had pierced ears from the time we were young and with my mother s we had five pairs of gold earrings among us As we were marching the Romanians stood on the sidelines watching us and trading things My mother traded all our earrings for a chicken She sent me with it to a shochet a ritual slaughterer who was on the march Even on the Death March my mother wanted to try to create a feeling of Shabbos This would be a reminder of our identity and purpose in the world Perhaps this would infuse our hearts with hope and the strength to continue Leila MC Upon arrival to the camps they reached only further death and destruction The prisoner count quadrupled Without water supplies or sanitation and plagued by a virulent outbreak of typhus the prisoners were dying like flies Thousands who managed to survive the marches which continued until the very last day of the war met their demise in the horrific conditions of their final destination Even their liberation would not be the end of their suffering READING 11 Amid columns of retreat ing Ger man sol diers and flee ing civil ians we marched or rather strag gled along Even in defeat they con tin ued killing us To avoid the shooting from allied planes we often had to throw our selves off the road hug ging our heads as we flat tened our selves to the ground hop ing not to get a bul let in our back One night in this total chaos the Nazi guards dis ap peared casting off their uniforms to blend in with the hordes of civil ian war zone refugees Even when the war was over we were not really lib er ated nor were our trou bles over We were left stranded on the road to fend for our selves A cou ple of us women slept exhausted in a road side barn We started to walk home It was not easy The roads were lit tered with bloated dead peo ple The locals avoided us the Russian soldiers raped us For sus te nance we pulled veg eta bles such as pota toes beets whatever we could find straight out of road side fields and ate them raw For hope we looked to each other and prayed for the future Alice Korn feld Bod ner 22 years old Links in the Chain 14

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You were praying all those months to be liberated and then it hits you all of a sudden here you are free But after it sank in the freedom I am speaking for myself I realized that I was hoping the whole time that I would see my father and maybe hope beyond hope my mother although I knew that this was not a realistic hope I realized that I had to start thinking about the fact of what would happen if I would not Freedom is relative Very much so The thought of the future weighed very heavily on me How would we make a future for ourselves Eva Braun 18 years old Now we began to realize the enormity of the loss we began to understand that Grandfather and Grandmother and hardly any of our relatives had returned only that one cousin and his father also returned later on People said we shouldn t wait for them but the truth is that we waited all the time for my father I often look around as though I am still searching not for Father it is my brother for whom I am still looking all the time I know it is completely unrealistic but my heart seems unable to give up that last hope Miriam Steiner 21 years old READING 12 I have absolutely no idea how I along with the few others survived Our minds were clouded from starvation and hopelessness At night we collapsed from exhaustion Suddenly we were awakened from our fretful sleep In a loud but not unpleasant voice a man addressed us as Freuleinen We looked at each other in disbelief Freuleinen Ladies and not verfluchte Juden Damned Jewess You are all free to go Free Did he really say free You mean this nightmare is truly over We kissed and hugged each other with our parched lips and weak skeletal arms I remember very clearly even today that as we were walking very slowly we became filled with renewed hope Hope was a marvelous elixir Thus our physical and mental rehabilitation began Not to be hungry or terrified any more To sleep on a bed with clean crisp bed linen To have a decent dress on our skinny bodies To have shoes that really fit with no more bloody toes or heels Mundane things to others but to us then utter luxury The war and the Holocaust was over but for us survivors it never really ended My emotional recovery started somewhat later and lasted for decades That process was slow and painful as the enormity of my losses unfolded The memories of a once wholesome but brutally shattered life will never fade As a warning someone said We have neither the moral right to forgive nor the historical right to forget On the other hand I am no longer a victim I was given a chance to build a new productive and happy life I married and have two children however the struggle to keep this world safe just equitable and peaceful for all is never ending In my own small way I am too trying to work for Tikkun Olam Won t you do the same Judy Weissenberg Cohen Links in the Chain 15

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MC Each life and each death was its own separate distinct tragedy that together has caused indelible trauma to the Jewish people By personalizing the individual tragedies of the Jewish victims of Nazi Germany and their collaborators we come together to resist the persistent efforts by enemies of Israel and the Jewish people who deny the reality of the Holocaust or those who cast it aside as insignificant Our collective efforts defy attempts to universalize the Holocaust to shed the truth of its principal characteristic as a unique calamity of the Jewish people while building appreciation of its tragic impact on the Jewish identity until this very day As we inherit the stories the fear the strength of the Holocaust victims we light these candles of memory to bring light to the past and to our hearts CANDLE LIGHTING 1 Gone now are those little towns where the shoemaker was a poet The watchmaker a philosopher the barber a troubadour 2 Gone now are those little towns where the wind the moons ponds and stars above them joined Biblical songs 3 Where old Jews in orchards in the shade of cherry trees Lamented for the holy walls of Jerusalem and the land of Israel 4 Gone now are those little towns though the poetic mists That have been recorded in the blood of centuries above the tragic tales 5 Gone now are those little towns whose embers rest only in memories And whose shadows fall between our words as a lostworld 6 We look for candlelight in the windows Listen for song in the wooden synagogue in vain For vanished are the last leftovers Jewish tatters Blood buried by sand and traces cleared Links in the Chain 16

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MC As the years pass and the generation of survivors inevitably dwindles we the next generation must do everything possible to perpetuate the memory of the Holocaust s victims By sharing their stories by learning their legacy we keep their memory alive and remind ourselves that each man woman and child was and is an entire world Please join us in reciting the Mourner s Kaddish in memory of all victims of the Holocaust and the survivors who have left this world Kaddish Yitgadal v yitkadash sh mei raba b alma di v ra chirutei v yamlich malchutei b chayeichon uvyomeichon uvchayei d chol beit yisrael ba agala uvizman kariv v im ru amen Y hei sh mei raba m varach l alam ul almei almaya Yitbarach v yishtabach v yitpa ar v yitromam v yitnaseh v yithadar v yit aleh v yit halal sh mei d kud sha b rich hu l eila min kol birchata v shirata tushb chata v nechemata da amiran b alma v im ru amen Y hei shlama raba min sh maya v chayim aleinu v al kol yisrael v im ru amen Oseh shalom bimromav hu ya aseh shalom aleinu v al kol yisrael v imru amen Glorified and sanctified be God s great name throughout the world which He has created according to His will May He establish His kingdom in your lifetime and during your days and within the life of the entire House of Israel speedily and soon and say Amen May His great name be blessed forever and to all eternity Blessed and praised glorified and exalted extolled and honored adored and lauded be the name of the Holy One blessed be He beyond all the blessings and hymns praises and consolations that are ever spoken in the world and say Amen May there be abundant peace from heaven and life for us and for all Israel and say Amen He who creates peace in His celestial heights may He create peace for us and for all Israel and say Amen Links in the Chain 17

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MC Today we have come together to remember To learn To inherit To pay tribute to the memory of the deceased to the dignity of life destroyed and to the legacy that we shall pass on to future generations The systematic murder of six million innocent Jews by the Nazis and their collaborators for the sole reason that they were born Jewish bears heavy upon our shoulders We the next generation carry with us the obligation of memory of the legacy of life amidst death and dignity in spite of it We have unearthed the untold stories of the Death Marches which we will carry that memory in our hearts forever The Holocaust of course is not only about remembrance but also about a promise to the future Unfortunately humankind again is witness to large scale killings and genocides and a rise of Antisemitism and chants of Jews to the gas The ghosts of the past are making another appearance Once again hatred has returned and the potential for evil is unmasking itself even among the common man Hatikvah The Hope Kol od ba le vav p nima Nefesh yehudi ho miyah U lefa atei mizrach kadimah Ayin le Tziyyon tzofiyah Od lo avda tikva teinu Ha tikvah bat sh not al payim Lih yot am chofshi b ar tzeinu Eretz Tziyyon v Yerushalayim As long as deep in the heart The soul of a Jew yearns And forward to the East to Zion the eye looks Our hope will not be lost The Hope of 2000 years To be a free nation in our land The Land of Zion and Jerusalem Links in the Chain 18

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