For the past several episodes, we’ve been traveling across Belgium and Germany with four surviving veterans of the Second World War—men who once fought through these very landscapes in 1944 and 1945. As infantrymen pushed deeper into Germany during the final months of the war, they began to encounter things they were never trained or prepared to face: the concentration camps—the physical evidence of the Holocaust.One of the men with us today, Jack Moran, served in the 87th Infantry Division. During the war, he was among the soldiers who walked through the gates of a liberated camp and saw firsthand what the world had not yet fully understood.Today, together, we return to one of those places—Buchenwald.A Gate Built for FearThe parking lot where we stand was once the SS parade ground, the nerve center of camp administration and brutality. Surrounding this open area stood twelve SS barracks, home to guards—many barely older than boys—assigned to control and terrorize prisoners.As we walk deeper onto the grounds, the remains of the original camp rail station come into view. During the war, this line was built to supply a nearby armaments factory—but it soon served another purpose: transporting thousands of prisoners from across Nazi-occupied Europe.Standing beside these tracks, the silence feels heavy. It is impossible not to imagine the scenes: overcrowded boxcars, people already dying from dehydration, exhaustion, or suffocation before ever reaching the camp gates.Factories of SufferingBeyond the tracks are the ruins of the armaments factory where more than 3,000 prisoners were forced to produce weapons for the regime holding them captive. The site was bombed in August 1944, killing hundreds—prisoners who had already survived starvation and abuse, only to die in an attack meant to free them.We continue walking along the Caracho Path, once the final approach prisoners took into the camp. They were forced to run this route—beaten, chased by dogs, humiliated—long before the real suffering even began.Inside the CampWe reach what remains of the camp headquarters and the Gestapo offices, where prisoners were registered and photographed. Ahead stands the infamous main gate bearing the chilling inscription: “Jedem das Seine.”Translated: “To each his own.”A phrase the SS used with twisted pride.Next, we stop beside a section of the perimeter fence. This was no ordinary wire—it was electrified. Beyond it, floodlights, guard towers, and machine guns ensured escape was nearly impossible.In a surreal contrast, one of the most bizarre relics here is the remains of a zoo—built for SS families inside the camp. Animals were fed and sheltered. Humans just beyond the fence starved.Where Memory Meets RealityWe stand now in the former roll-call yard, where thousands of prisoners were forced to assemble—sometimes for hours, sometimes for days—regardless of weather, illness, or injury. Executions, punishment, humiliation: all happened here in full view of everyone.Nearby, a memorial marks the "Children’s Block,” where Jewish youth were kept. Their voices once echoed here—fearful, alone, uncertain of their fate.