Inquiring Minds is delighted to share the following reflection from one of Richland’s Grade 5 students, M.C. His Silver Birch Book Club composition is highly insightful, creative, and moving. We couldn’t possibly be the only ones to read it – and hope you will be as equally impressed by his thoughtful words.
Making Bombs for Hitler, by Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch, was very sad, but very interesting and entertaining. The major life lesson that I take from this book is that I should be thankful for what I have. This book had me crying at some points. All of the characters in this book – the slave labourers at least, have nothing. The only thing they can do, is do their best at their job and hope and pray that their supervisors are impressed. People like us have everything – Xbox, Wii, toys, etc. In Making Bombs for Hitler, I thought to myself, that people like us have everything and then still get more, and people like Lida and Luke have to literally work for their lives. I was sad when I read this book because I felt very selfish. Another life lesson in this book is that you should treat everyone the same. Hitler killed people because he thought they were “different” or “sub-human” when clearly, if anyone was wrong it was definitely him. I don’t know the real reason behind him wanting to do this, but he wanted to create the “perfect” Aryan race. I definitely think he was wrong in trying to do this. He was wrong in everything that he tried to do related to the war. In reading about what he did I realized that treating everyone the way you want to be treated is not just a saying. What he did taught me that.
This book made it seem like the characters’ lives were so terrible that I couldn’t think of any way that I could possibly relate to these poor kids. I have never once in my life been in situations as dreadful and grim as these. I don’t think anyone that I have ever met has ever been in a situation even close to as dangerous and gruesome as these. I strongly hope that no children ever have to go through this again. I wish these situations would have NEVER happened. For example, when Lida was being fed at the barracks and everyone was being fed well, Lida and the other Russians had a separate bowl of soup, a separate type of soup (with only turnips and bugs instead of the beef stew), and even a separate ladle. She was called a “sub-human” by the person who was serving the soup and forced to eat it anyway. The thought of anyone having to go through this again is utterly terrifying.