My grandfather told me when I was young that I should always do my best in school and go to college. I always thought he only did it because he wanted his grandchildren to do well in life and live the life they wanted. It wasn't until I was 10 that I learned that he had been imprisoned by the Nazis during the outbreak of World War II in Poland. My grandfather, born in New York and raised during the Great Depression, was accepted into a very nice school in Poland and since his parents were from Poland he was more than happy to go there. When my grandfather arrived in Poland, the outbreak of the war was only a couple of years away. My grandfather found work as a paper boy not very soon after Nazi Germany invaded Poland; at first my grandfather was not affected by the outbreak of the war. Because he wasn't Jewish, so he had nothing to fear or so he thought. The school my grandfather was going to attend was close to the Nazis, unable to return to the United States due to economic problems, he continued his job as a paper boy until a local German boy wanted the job as a paper boy and reported my grandfather to the Nazis saying he was an American spy. Shortly thereafter my grandfather was taken away to (insert name of camp).