“MOVE IT YOU YIDS, I'VE GOT A FIRM SCHEDULE HERE AND IF ANY OF YOU MAKE ME MISS A SECOND OF MY TIME ILL HAVE YOU SENT OUT THE CHIMNEYS.”

the German officer behind you speaks in broken polish to your group, other guards speak in English to some groups of Englishmen, russian to another and not too far off a screams rings through the sky, it is ear splitting and you can see a man get beat to death, all the way until the screaming end with a quick twitch

“-AGGHH- AAAAAAHHHAHHH- HEEEELLP- A-AAAAGHHHH-GH-......”

The German who had beat him wore a peaked cap and held a wooden baton in his hands before stowing it back on his belt next to his holster which held clearly a Luger P08 Pistol, you knew this from your experience as a tinsmith before you got sweeped up by these folk. He spoke

“Verdammte Jids, ihr könnt nicht abwarten, wie dieser Haufen unter die Dusche kommt..”

one of the guards besides him chuckles a bit but as the officer turns and threatens him with the baton he stops and goes back to holding his rifle ready to blast the head of any one of you. You are walking naked through the snow, your feet feel like they are going to fall off at this rate, just to make it that worse they've lined the thin and already splintered pathway with glass from their daily lager rations, you can see a bottle labelled; '3rds Own, Ginger Lager', you can only decipher from your small experience in German language.

“MOVE IT YOU! YEAH YOU! GET ON YOUR FEET AGAIN EH? IF YOUR FEELING TIRED WHY DON'T YOU AND I GO TO THE SHOWERS EH? COOL OFF A LITTLE HUH?”

You had heard the stories before, you know what the showers meant so you got moving again ignoring the pain in your feet and the feeling of the bitter air against your bare, thin skinned body from the lack of food. You eventually reach the building and are put in a room showers above. A rattling.. then a spurt of cold water.. it's bitter and frosty, but it isn't gas. next the officers lead you to the next station to get your uniform

“another dirty Yid..”