Fighter In The Woods by Joshua M. Greene

Fighter In The Woods

Fighter In The Woods

The True story of a jewish girl
 who joined the partisans in world war II

On a warm night in August 1943, while the rest of Poland slept, a teenager named Celia Cimmer climbed onto a stocky horse with a long shaggy mane. She cinched the strap of her rifle across her chest and tightened her grip on the horse’s reins, preparing for a tough ride.

Celia was part of a team of twenty-eight young men and one other teenage girl, all riding their own horses. These young people had escaped from the Nazis and become partisans, a secret group that fought back from hiding places in woods and dense forests. In a schoolyard several miles to the east, Nazi soldiers had stored a pile of ammunition. The partisans’ mission tonight was to destroy it.

Celia and her comrades quietly walked their horses through stands of trees and thick underbrush. When the schoolyard was in sight, they brought their horses to a stop. In the middle of the schoolyard, silhouetted against the starlit sky, were boxes of dynamite, barrels of gunpowder, cans of gasoline, belts of bullets, and other weapons stacked up in a tall pile. At the far end of the yard stood an abandoned schoolhouse. Celia could hear German voices coming from inside—men talking and laughing.

The partisans didn’t have much time to do their job. Silently, the team crept into the concrete yard and pulled their horses up in front of the pile of weapons. Celia and the other teenage girl stood guard with their rifles pointed toward the schoolhouse. Several of the young men jumped off their horses, lit gasoline-soaked rags, and threw them onto the pile of weapons. The men jumped back on their horses and rode out of the yard at a gallop. Celia and the other girl followed close behind.  

Seconds later, the pile of ammunition exploded with a deafening Boom! It was a roaring, ear-splitting explosion, as though a bolt of lightning had hit the schoolyard. The air stung with the smell of burning gasoline, and bullets popped in the stockpile like strings of firecrackers. Celia’s horse was nearest to the explosion, and he flinched at the sound. The horse reared up on his hind legs, Celia’s rifle got tangled in the reins, and she fell to the ground. Her horse galloped off. Celia turned to see Nazi soldiers running out of the schoolhouse, yelling at the partisans and firing their weapons. Two of the soldiers lit flares and tossed them forward. The schoolyard burst into light. Celia was lying on the ground, exposed and alone. No rifle. No horse.

The soldiers took aim.

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THE TRAILER

The true story of a Jewish girl who joined the partisans in World War II.

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The Girl Who Fought Back – The Vladka Meed Story

The Girl Who Fought Back

VLADKA MEED AND THE WARSAW GHETTO UPRISING

The Warsaw Ghetto Uprising is one of history’s most powerful acts of resistance. Here, author Joshua M. Greene (Signs of Survival) tells the true story of a young Jewish woman who was instrumental in the uprising as a smuggler of messages and weapons into and out of the Warsaw Ghetto.

Warsaw, Poland, 1940s: The Nazis are on the march, determined to wipe out the Jewish people of Europe. Teenage Vladka and her family are among the thousands of Jews forced to relocate behind the walls of the Warsaw Ghetto, a cramped, oppressive space full of starvation, suffering, and death.

When Vladka’s family is deported to concentration camps, Vladka joins up with other young people in the ghetto who are part of the Jewish underground: a group determined to fight back against the Nazis, no matter the cost.

Vladka’s role in the underground? To pass as a non-Jew, sneaking out of the ghetto to blend into Polish society while smuggling secret messages and weapons back over the ghetto wall. Every move she makes comes with the risk of being arrested or killed. But Vladka and her friends know that their missions are worth the danger—they are preparing for an uprising like no other, one that will challenge the Nazi war machine.

This astonishing true story of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, told through the lens of Holocaust survivor and educator Vladka Meed, introduces readers to a crucial piece of history while highlighting the persistence of bravery in the face of hate.

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AWARDS

  • 2025 Notable Social Studies Book Award  (National Council for Social Studies and the Children’s Book Council)
  • 2025 Nonfiction Readers Award (Missouri Association of School Librarians)
  • 2025 Quick Pick List  (Young Adult Library Services Association)
  • A 2024 Junior Library Guild Selection
  • #1 on Amazon Children’s Historical Biography (hardcover)
  • #3 on Amazon Children’s Historical Biography (kindle)

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THE TRAILER

Teenager Vladka Meed and her friends inside the Warsaw Ghetto fight back against the Nazi war machine—a handful of young people against the world’s mightiest army.

WHO IS

VLADKA MEED?

Watch this short History Minutes segment on Vladka.

Appreciations

"Ideal for classroom study of the Holocaust and for history lovers. Recommended.
In this latest entry in the narrative nonfiction series, readers learn about Vladka Meed, a teenage girl who completed hundreds of daring missions for the Resistance in World War II Warsaw. Born Feige Peltel to a Jewish family, her light brown hair and gray-green eyes masked her true identity. Her appearance allowed her to take risks others could not, securing a job, money, and food for her family forcibly relocated to Warsaw’s Jewish ghetto. Her father died from illness and her mother, sister, and brother were deported to death camps. Deciding to use her appearance as a way to fight back, she joined ZOB, the Jewish Resistance, and was given the code name Vladka. She was able to blend in with the Christian Polish population, carrying out missions outside ghetto walls to secure weapons, money, and refuge for Jewish women and children. Interspersed with accounts of her increasingly dangerous exploits are short, fact-dense chapters adding context through historical details and period photographs. Greene’s direct, engaging style will keep readers turning pages and emotionally invested in Meed’s role in shaping history through the 1980s, when she and her husband established the Registry of Jewish Holocaust Survivors, a worldwide database with information on more than 200,000 individuals. Back matter is limited to a glossary and acknowledgments listing the author’s sources, including Meed’s memoir, published in English in 1993."

Marybeth Kozikowski

5

Signs of Survival

Signs of Survival: A Memoir of Two Sisters in the Holocaust

A Memoir by renee hartman with Joshua M. Greene

SIGNS OF SURVIVAL PICKED UP FOR LIMITED TV SERIES BY AMBLIN ENTERTAINMENT AND ACADEMY AWARD-WINNING ACTRESS, MARLEE MATLIN

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Two sisters: one deaf, one hearing. This is their true story.

I was ten years old then, and my sister was eight. The responsibility was on me to warn everyone when the soldiers were coming because my sister and both my parents were deaf.

Meet Renee and Herta, two sisters who faced the unimaginable — together. This is their true story.

As Jews living in 1940s Czechoslovakia, Renee, Herta, and their parents were in immediate danger when the Holocaust came to their door. As the only hearing person in her family, Renee had to alert her parents and sister whenever the sound of Nazi boots approached their home so they could hide.

But soon their parents were tragically taken away, and the two sisters went on the run, desperate to find a safe place to hide. Eventually they, too, would be captured and taken to the concentration camp Bergen-Belsen. Communicating in sign language and relying on each other for strength in the midst of illness, death, and starvation, Renee and Herta would have to fight to survive the darkest of times.

This gripping memoir, told in a vivid “oral history” format, is a testament to the power of sisterhood and love, and now more than ever a reminder of how important it is to honor the past, and keep telling our own stories.

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THE TRAILER

As the only hearing person in her family, Renee must guide her deaf parents and sister through the horrors of a Nazi invasion. Based on a true story.

INTERVIEW

Join Joshua for a 40-minuteo interview at the Los Angeles Holocaust Museum on “Signs of Survival,” recorded Sunday December 15, 2024.

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Articles & Interviews

“In 1944, ten-year-old Renee Hartman’s her fam­i­ly and com­mu­ni­ty are round­ed up and sent to Auschwitz; her one remain­ing rel­a­tive is her deaf younger sis­ter, Her­ta. This con­nec­tion becomes more pre­cious, her last link to nor­mal­i­ty and family.” Read the article.

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Appreciations

"This is a compelling story, exploring the role that senses play when one is in danger as well as presenting the candid recollections of everyday details of two children navigating appalling conditions during wartime. An extraordinary tale of sisterhood and survival."

Kirkus

5

"Signs of Survival is a compelling story... should be required reading."

This Bliss Life

4

"Mem­oirs such as Renee’s under­score, as no oth­er doc­u­men­ta­tion can, the indi­vid­ual human expe­ri­ence of the Holo­caust. Sto­ries of the Holo­caust show the human spir­it and also the fail­ure of that spir­it; these nar­ra­tives show acts of hero­ism and also the unheroic acts Jew and oth­er vic­tims of the Nazis had to do just to stay alive."

Jewish Book Council

5

Chapter Excerpt

The Sound of Boots

RENEE: In 1943, German soldiers rounded up the Jews living in my city, Bratislava, and sent them to death camps to be killed. There would be eight to twelve soldiers marching together from house to house, knocking on doors, and yelling, “Get ready to leave! You have one hour!” I remember the stomping of their boots on the cobblestoned streets.

My parents, younger sister, and I lived in a fourth-floor apartment, and when I heard the sound of those boots, I ran to warn my family. Then we rushed into a room at the back of the apartment and hid. When the soldiers knocked on our door, we didn’t answer and stayed as quiet as possible.

I was ten years old then, and my sister was seven and a half. The responsibility was on me to warn everyone when the soldiers were coming because my sister and both my parents were deaf.

I was my family’s ears.

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The Dressmaker’s Daughter

The Dressmaker’s Daughter: A True Story of the Holocuast

A memoir by Edith “Ditta” Lowy

“One dark morning at 4 a.m. armed guards stormed into our cold, wooden barrack, pointed their rifles at us, and yelled, ‘You and you! Out!’… Two days later we arrived at another concentration camp: Stutthof. Soon after our arrival, guards pushed me and my mother onto a truck with four other women and told us we were being sent to work on a farm. The truck arrived at the farm—and my mother’s skill as a dressmaker saved our lives.…”

The Nazis have ordered Ditta and her mother to work as slave laborers. Can they find a way to survive together?

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Appreciations

"Vitally important, very well-told.
This is a very easy story for a child to relate to. It details the pre-teen and teenage years of a girl caught up in the Europe of World War II and the Holocaust. It is not graphic, but conveys effectively what a young person feels when their life is not in their own control. It shows the importance of family, teamwork, resilience and hope. Ditta shows that despite all odds, she can survive the worst and build a new full life. An uplifting read."

Chrism1267

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What's Inside

Denson’s First Visit to Dachau

Denson drove to JAG rear headquarters in Munich—known affectionately as “Lucky Rear”—where the Dachau trials were being prepared. He arrived at the Munich inn that would be his new home, unpacked quickly, and set out in his jeep for Dachau. Munich had been heavily bombed in the final weeks of war, and roads were strewn with rubble from toppled buildings. He drove out of the ruined city and into fields and hills in the bloom of summer. Six miles west he crossed a stone bridge, traversed a long road flanked by poplars and a row of look-alike houses, and drove through the gates of the camp.

The bodies were gone, but everything else was as it had been at liberation. The crematorium chimney rose from its brick foundations near the Schiesstand, or execution wall. The ground beneath the wall was still stained rust red, and the smell of blood was still strong. He walked around the periphery of mass graves, beneath the limbs of hanging trees, across the roll call yard. A large area inside the camp was enclosed with barbed wire. Inside the holding cage were barracks. German prisoners moved in and out of the buildings. Some of them watched him as he made his way around the camp.

He entered the Records Room, a twenty-by-thirty-foot office. Wooden shelves and metal cabinets lined the walls. He took folders from a shelf and read reports of men, women, and children crowded together like cattle, suffocating in sealed boxcars. He read of typhus epidemics that went unchecked, killing more than three thousand inmates per month. He read statements by liberation soldiers who had discovered emaciated prisoners lying on bunks saturated with blood and excrement. He read interviews with victims who spoke of medical tortures, beatings, grossly inadequate food, scant clothing in subzero winters, nonexistent sanitation, and numbers of people killed, numbers so large they made him dizzy.

Denson exited the Records Room, lit a Lucky Strike, and wondered what in heaven’s name he had walked into. Years later he confessed to simply not believing what the evidence told him. Lynching and torture had always been exceptions to human behavior, not the rule; and Germany was the home of classical music and philosophy, not the barbarism these reports described. He did not believe because his religious training rejected the notion of absolute evil, yet biblical descriptions of the Apocalypse did not come close to the nightmares of Nazi camps. He did not believe because Harvard Law School had taught him to distrust circumstantial evidence, illogical reports, and anything his innate intelligence found suspicious. Like most Americans, he had read a few articles and knew prisoners had been killed in the camps. But mass murder on this scale was unfathomable. Denson did not believe because believing would mean that the world was not the neat and tidy place he’d always thought it to be. A man is born, be it in Birmingham, Alabama, or Warsaw, Poland. He grows up, studies hard, works sincerely, serves God, leads a good life, and is entitled to expect that such sacrifice and decent behavior will bear fruit. But from these reports, leading a virtuous life had proved useless against Nazi terror. Even worse, virtue proved to be a deficit in the camps. Gestures of kindness were rewarded with floggings and death. Goodness and mercy were luxuries from a privileged world: they had no place in Dachau. When Germany’s first concentration camp opened its gates, a crack had appeared in the structure of things, and now the army was saying he was responsible for sealing the fissure.

He did not believe because believing would mean giving up the provincial, mannerly approach to law that had been his style until now and turning ruthless in pursuit of convictions. Bill Denson had never been a ruthless man.

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In the Media

Articles & Interviews

NPR - Remembering the Horrors of Dachau

Joshua M. Greene appears on NPR during the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Camp Dachau.

WOCA - The Source Radio

Joshua M Greene Interview - Justice At Dachau

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After three years, 15,000 pages of trial transcripts and dozens of interviews with witnesses to events of the period, Joshua M. Greene wrote this riveting account of the Dachau trials—the largest yet least-known series of Nazi trials in history. The story of those three years of proceedings and their chief prosecutor William Denson came to Greene’s attention in 1998, shortly after Mr. Denson’s death on Long Island. In their first meeting, Denson’s widow, Huschi, showed him an astonishing cache of materials in her basement: the results of fifty years of research by her late husband. That extraordinary archive formed the basis of Greene’s current book, which has also be published in a paperback edition by the American Bar Association.

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Writing another book on the Holocaust period was the farthest thing from my mind. But when Huschi Denson took me into the basement of her home and switched on the light, it was like discovering Aladdin’s cave. Her late husband had dedicated half a century of effort compiling every document, transcript, photograph and personal letter he could find to bring these trials to the world’s attention. When Huschi asked for my help, it felt like a calling more than just a writing assignment.

Until now, Nuremberg has been the Nazi trial known to most of the world. But the handful of Nazi chieftains convicted at Nuremberg never lifted a gun. The henchmen who conducted the torture, starvation, brutal medical experiments, and mass slaughter were tried at Dachau 65 miles south of Nuremberg. Few people have ever heard of the Dachau trials, yet they were vastly larger in scale and established important precedents in war crimes law, particularly with regard to chain of command: how far down the line can people be held accountable?

For one, the accused on trial at Dachau were monstrously cruel characters. Ilse Koch, the infamous “Bitch of Buchenwald,” had prisoners beaten to death so she could collect their tattooed skin. Dr. Klaus Schilling, who was recipient of two Rockefeller Foundation grants for medical research, murdered hundreds of prisoners in his inhumane search for a cure for malaria. Edwin Katzen-Ellenbogen was an American psychologist who set himself up as a privileged prisoner in Buchenwald and killed other prisoners who refused to pay him ransom. Unbelievable. Even more compelling is Denson himself, a man who risked his life to conduct fair trials, even after the Army told him to stop. That was a dangerous but exemplary commitment to due process.

Front-page relevance. We’re still confronting issues that challenged Bill Denson at Dachau. How are we to prosecute mass atrocities? Who is entitled to due process of law? What rules govern the pursuit of justice? How much or how little can we expect of international war crimes tribunals? Is the United States right or wrong for consistently refusing to become a signatory to the International Criminal Court? There is relevance on a more personal level as well. Bill Denson approached his work as though it were a spiritual mission. Here he was, a country lawyer, a deeply religious man of God, with no clue what he was getting himself into, determined to prove that the law is capable of addressing even unprecedented crimes. Especially today, at a time when integrity in leadership is in short supply, Colonel Denson provides a wonderful role model.

Denson’s counterpart on the Dachau defense team, Douglas Bates, was a man much like Denson: a God-fearing, patriotic son of the South who was appointed to defend the Nazis. When those two giants of law confronted one another during their closing arguments in the first Dachau trial, echoes of Daniel Webster, Abe Lincoln, Winston Churchill rang through my head—each man speaking out passionately from the depth of his conviction about important truths. Scenes like that can’t be invented.

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My Survival: A Girl on Schindler’s List | The Biography of Rena Finder

My Survival: A Girl on Schindler’s List

A Memoir by Rena Finder with Joshua M. Greene

The astonishing true story of a girl who survived the Holocaust thanks to Oskar Schindler, of Schindler’s List fame.

Rena Finder was only eleven when the Nazis forced her and her family — along with all the other Jewish families — into the ghetto in Krakow, Poland. Rena worked as a slave laborer with scarcely any food and watched as friends and family were sent away.

Then Rena and her mother ended up working for Oskar Schindler, a German businessman who employed Jewish prisoners in his factory and kept them fed and healthy. But Rena’s nightmares were not over. She and her mother were deported to the concentration camp Auschwitz. With great cunning, it was Schindler who set out to help them escape.

Here in her own words is Rena’s gripping story of survival, perseverance, tragedy, and hope. Including pictures from Rena’s personal collection and from the time period, this unforgettable memoir introduces young readers to an astounding and necessary piece of history.

RENA FINDER

In her own words is Rena’s gripping story of survival, perseverance, tragedy, and hope.

Appreciations

"A good purchase for all libraries [and] an important reminder about the Holocaust."

School Library Journal

5

"A moving memoir… an appropriate introduction to the Holocaust for middle grade readers."

School Library Connection

4

"This straightforward and accessible memoir shows Oskar Schindler through the eyes of a young person he saved. A vital look at one complicated man's unwillingness to be complicit."

Kirkus Reviews

5

"This is the perfect middle-grade introduction memoir. A very straight forward account of one person's survival of the Holocaust."

Jessica Searcy

Goodreads Reviewer
5

"A fascinating look at Schindler's List from the view of one of his chosen. Her story is incomprehensible to our modern sensibilities, but she lived it."

Darla

Goodreads Reviewer
4

"A terrifying account. As an adult, I learned a few new facts about this moment in history. I will certainly use it in my classroom."​

April

Goodreads Reviewer
5

Chapter Excerpt

October 1944 – Auschwitz Death Camp

IT WAS BITTER COLD the night police forced me and my mother into a cattle car and sent us from our home in Krakow, Poland to Auschwitz, the largest of all Nazi killing centers. There were 300 women prisoners in that cattle car. I was fourteen years old, one of the youngest. We arrived at Auschwitz late at night. Guards slammed open the doors of the cattle car and yelled at us to jump out. Then they marched us into a long wooden barrack with rows of benches along the walls.

“Take off all your clothes!” the guards shouted. “You will be brought back here to collect your things later—after your shower.” I had no idea where we were going. We might never come back from their so-called shower.

The guards shoved us into a room maybe twenty-feet by twenty-feet. It was dark but we could see pipes running the length of the ceiling. Back home in Krakow, we had heard rumors about what happened to Jews in concentration camps. What kind of shower was this? Were we going to die?

There are no words to describe what the death camp at Auschwitz was like. If you were not there, you cannot imagine it and I cannot truly describe it. Still, for most of my adult life I have been trying as best I can to teach about the Holocaust in middle-grades and colleges, in church groups and synagogues. Like many other survivors I feel an obligation to tell my story again and again. The Holocaust was the scientifically-designed, state-sponsored murder of the Jewish people by Nazi Germany and its allies. The Holocaust should never be forgotten and never happen again—but how can we protect against that? You, dear reader, can help. One person with courage to stand up for the innocent can make a big difference.

I should know. I’m alive thanks to someone who refused to stand by and do nothing. His name was Oskar Schindler.

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Hidden: A True Story of the Holocaust | The Biography of Fanya Heller

Hidden: A True Story of the Holocaust

The Memoir of Fanya Heller

In 1942, Nazi soldiers marched into Fanya’s town. She had to hide to survive.

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Appreciations

"...one of the most compelling stories I have ever read..."

Joab Hodge

Goodreads Reviewer
5

"I would truly read it a million times."

Zarah

Goodreads Reviewer
5

"Wow, what a touching read. I have never read a story from this perspective... honest and open."

Tiffany

Goodreads Reviewer
5

Book Excerpt

September 26, 1942 – No Time to Lose

“THEY’RE COMING!” my aunt Lolla shouted.

I peered out the second-floor window of my maternal grandparents’ villa. Through an early-morning haze I saw men in German uniforms jumping off trucks. The Germans were carrying rifles and yelling and kicking in the doors of houses up and down the main street of our town, Skala. Some of the men retrained big barking dogs on leashes. I heard people screaming and watched as men, women, and children scattered in all directions.

For days my family had heard rumors that there would be such an Aktion, a roundup of Jews. Sixteen members of my family had gathered in my grandparents’ villa, including me, my younger brother, Arthur, my mother and father, and a dozen other family members. We had prepared for this emergency and rehearsed what to do. At the far end of my grandparents’ backyard was a warehouse where eggs were packed in boxes for export to Germany. Under the floor of the warehouse my father and uncles had dug a hole where we could hide.

We quickly ran out the back door of my grandparents’ villa. The night air was freezing. I wore only my nightgown, without a coat or shoes. Everyone ran to the warehouse. We heard gunshots and more people screaming from nearby streets. The Germans were coming closer.

We scrambled silently into the warehouse and climbed down a ladder to the hiding place. My father slid a wooden cover over the hole, and we waited in darkness. Within minutes, boots trampled across the floor over our heads. We were terrified and breathing heavily but nobody dared to make a sound. Then a voice from above our heads called out in German, “Bring the dogs!” There was barking and sniffing. The smell of broken eggs must have covered our scent, because the dogs did not find us.

“No Jews here!” one of the Germans yelled. Again there were footsteps, then silence. None of us moved or shuffled our feet, in case the Germans were only pretending to be gone. Sweat dripped down my body from the heat of so many people packed so tightly together. No fresh air could enter the cramped hole, and I became dizzy. What would I do, I wondered half deliriously, if the Germans found us, and a solder stuck his rifle in my face? Would I cry? Would I wet myself? Would I beg him not to shoo me?

Hours later my father slowly pushed aside the wooden cover of our hole and peeked out. It seemed the Germans were gone, but we couldn’t be sure. “Better wait here one more day,” my father whispered, and he slid the wooden cover back over the opening. For another day we sat in total silence, urinating in our clothing, with no food or water and barely enough air to breathe.

The day of the action was my eighteenth birthday. In those next two days, I grew up very quickly.

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