A soldier grabbed my arm and dragged me onto the platform. Dogs barked.
I tried not to limp.
We were pushed, one by one, before a slight man in a dark green uniform, polished boots, Death’s Head cap. When it was my turn he studied me closely.
He knew my leg hurt.
”Seventeen,” I lied.
He sneered, jerked his head to the left.
Barbed wire lined the path. A soldier told us to undress.
“Don’t worry. You’re just having a shower."