You shoah me yours, I’ll shoah you mine

Despite eating five meals a day, Schultz was as thin as a rail.
The doctors tore out too much, he thought, and he fell asleep listening to the camp radio.
He woke suddenly, hearing the alert.
The Americans are coming!
Schultz looked around the camp, but his comrades were long gone.
All that was left were… those filthy survivors.
Schultz shed his uniform, rolled in the ashen dirt, and stumbled along with the skeletal crowd.
The Americans caught up with his group, put blankets over their shoulders, and led them to a Red Cross station.
“Goldstein of Lvov,” groaned Schultz.