Looking back at the book Night, fragments flood into my mind. Eli Wiesel having to succumb to that was really just heartbreaking. He would have to witness murders, beatings, and people slowly die from either disnourishment or from working too hard. Everyday just thinking am i going to die today? on this very day? an like this? This isnt how they imagined their lives would end. That is what comes to mind when i think of the book Night.