The Art of Survival



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The Art of Survival is one of the most intriguing books of the decade and one you will not only want to read but will want those you care about to read.

The Art of Survival is the TRUE story of Charles Pierce who spent six horrifying years as a slave of the Nazis during the wars years (1939-1945). You will feel his fears and his daring, facing death and torture day after day as he is shifted from ghettos to work camps to death camps. Along your way, you will experience his pain and determination to survive, constant hunger, the freezing conditions of Polish winters, beatings and hard labor. Near the war’s ending you will feel a lump swelling in your throat when the American’s arrive to rescue this man and others only days before the collapse of Hitler’s reign. But this is NOT the ending of the story. In ways, it is merely the beginning: The second half of the book unfolds in America where Charles finds the true love of his life. And so, if you like true adventure and triumphant love stories you simply will not want to miss this great read.

This book is a must read for all serious students of life and love.
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Charles Pierce is interviewed on City Scene TV

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By: Charles Pierce

     No one…no writer with his or her clever pen could ever capture what it was like for those who were saved from the Nazi concentration camps in 1945. After years of imprisonment and slavery, I had been sent to the German Dachau camp. My arm by then had been tattooed and so I was identified as expendable and ready for the crematorium. I knew this and so I also knew that only a miracle could save me. I was not alone…the camp was packed by long experienced prisoners who, like me, had faced death and been tortured for a very long time. For me, it had been six terrible and devastating years and so there were some days when death was thought of as a kindness that could take away the pain. After all, the starvation, along with the psychological torment often felt unbearable. Yet, none of us who had held on to our minds wanted to die and so we kept going on holding on to that thin thread of hope that one day we would be set free.

     During the last few days of April in the year of 1945 we prisoners began seeing odd behaviors of the German officers and the guards. We had no idea what was going on but we witnessed, even sensed, the strangeness of the camp’s activities. What we didn’t know was that our cruel captors were aware that the war had been lost and the American’s were on their way to overrun them and free us. As a result they were busy burning records and doing their best to escape themselves. However, they remained determined to kill as many Jews and other captives as they could before they abandoned their cause in apparent defeat.

     If you’ve read my book, The Art of Survival, you already know that by a streak of luck I was saved from execution and was able to leave the camp as a “helper” to an officer who did not want to push his own cart. Along our way he ran away and I was left on my own.

     By that time, I was very close to death…I weighed no more than 60 pounds and was not only skin and bones but weakened by the horrors I lived through for so long. Being on my own was really a kind of surrealistic experience. I mean it did not feel real or false but rather as if I had somehow walked through Alice’s mirror and could not quite grasp a world without being under the scrutiny of Nazi brutality; of being on my own. It was of course the sudden shock of freedom that not my mind or body was ready to fully comprehend…both had been enslaved far too long. Nevertheless, I realized that I was at last free although I was far too sick and frail to relish in my liberty. After all, I could not even stand on my feet without the help of a tree branch I was using as a cane.

     The path that I was on, led to someone’s farm.  I was able to make my way to inside an old barn where I laid down exhausted and thinking that I might never get up again. Yet, in the distant echoes of my mind, I fell asleep knowing that I was no longer a prisoner; that was a wonderful thought to drift off with. I slept soundly throughout the entire night. Then the next morning I was awakened by the lady who owned the farm. She told me that the Americans were coming.

    I was hardly able to crawl much less to walk but I managed to do a little of both to make my way to outside where I saw the line of American tanks approaching. I did my best to wave; to attract attention and so I did. The soldiers of the 20th. Armored Division hurried to my side and without a word treated me with more kindness than I had felt for such a long time; they immediately put me into an ambulance and I was at long last on my way to recovery as a free human being.

     I am nearly 90 years old now and for well over a half of century I have carried those American soldiers in my heart with a thanksgiving I have never been able to express and cannot express in the fullness of expression I wish to give even now. I can only say that they were the saviors, heroes all, who returned my life to me and that I will forever be grateful to them.

     And so I say here and now—Thank you and my love and blessing upon you and all those you love.



                             RECENT HAPPY ENDING TO A 70 YEAR SEARCH:

Charles had an opportunity to thank Donald Donath from the 20th. Armored Tank Division via the modern technology of Skype and the help of some wonderful people. Read the attached newspaper article for more information.





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