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Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. 
Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.
Never shall I forget those flames, which consumed my faith forever.
Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. 
Never shall I forget those moments, which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. 
Never shah I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. 
Never.