Sergeant Paul Groth made up little games. He’d order four Jews to carry him around the yard like a king while he’d drop burning paper on their heads. Or he’d make prisoners jump from roofs with umbrellas, or scale roof beams until they fell to the floor. Those who sprained ankles and broke legs were shot in Camp III. Or he’d organize a flogging party, forcing Jews to run the gauntlet past Ukrainians with whips. Or he’d order a thin prisoner to gulp vodka and eat two pounds of sausage within minutes. They he’d force open the Jew’s mouth and urinate in it, roaring with laughter as the prisoner retched in the snow.

Richard Rashke (American journalist) “Escape from Sobibor”, 1982