The Fight For The Survival Of The Fatherland
Life was different, you have to understand, the choices I made, they were because I had to, for the
survival of the Nation. People do not seem to understand that, the fight for the survival of the
fatherland, the idea is lost among people nowadays. There was a pressure amongst everyone, inbred in
our bones, the need to fit in, to join the Party, if you refused...you could not refuse. Change became a
constant that was always drastic. You did not make your own decisions anymore, I remember that
even as a young boy, my decisions were all made for me, in the name of the National Socialist Party,
in the name of our Fuhrer. My father made the choices for me when I was young. For that, I blame
what I became on him, for the path he led me down, but my actions, they were my own, forced upon
me like a pawn in a larger game than life, but still my own. My father was a cold man, his love was
for his country and his job. He was the kind of man that looked for an excuse to use his belt, I
remember the thrashing I would receive as a child... I feared him, and for that, he earned my respect.
My father was a large supporter of the Regime, having worked as an officer for several years he rose
quickly through relations with Reinhard Heydrich. I remember many nights when he and father would
drink and smoke cigars in the study. He moved quickly by greasing hands and soon I remember that
we moved from our small house into a much larger one, closer to my father s new office. That is when
the
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