Paul Richter

as Paul is patrolling trough the streets of the poorer side in berlin he looks at all the houses with the rather poor familys. He passea the houses...House number 64, house number 65, house number 66 and there it is house number 67, his own home. He looks up at the windows, theres no light meaning all his family is asleep. Ofcurse they are its the middle of the night...besides him no one is awake rn in these quarters. He looks at the dirty houses and street dogs and smiles with hope...as soon as they win this war and take over the world he will never be poor again, he will never have to steal food and drinks again in order not to starve like he had to as a kid, he will finally be able to live in a big house and big garden...thats what hitler promised...and thats the reason he became part of the hitlerjugend. He then looks down to the windows under his apartment and his smile leaves...he remebers his childhood best friend Erwin Brackmann lived there before he had to flee to god knows where...Erwin had to flee because his father talked against Hitler, its been years since they last saw eachother. He then looks to the windows under the brackmanns, thats where Mirjam Sabrowsky lived his girl best friend...she too had to flee to god knows where...but she had to go because she isn't Aryan. Paul grins thinking about how inlove his bestfriend Erwin was with Mirjam...always talking about marrying her, he can't help but ask himself where ever they are did they marry? His smile slowly leaves his face again, his two best friends having to flee because of hitler and people like him made him question a little if what he is doing really is the right thing. He would lie if he says he wouldn't miss them, he even thougth about secretly writting them a letter. But no he can't doubt it, Hitler will make them all happy as soon as this war is over...he has to strongly belive in this! He lets out a sigh and makes himself ready to keep patroulling as he suddenly hears something behind him