Panzer Soldier

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Berlin, an industrious modem city filled with busy laughing people, full of the good-natured German Gemütlichkeit They worked hard, sang songs and were proud of their city and its place in the world. Modern new buildings rose at every corner, but underneath the new hills that rose from the piled up rubble of WW II lay the ruins of an entire way of life, built on hate and fear.

The Germans he'd met here this day had little resemblance to those that had slaughtered millions in the name of racial purity. But in the back of his mind, he wondered how much of the beast still lay in the hearts of these happy hard working people. He had been at Auschwitz and had seen the death machine that had sent millions of Jews and others considered to be subhuman, to their deaths. The feeling still walked with him. It was hard to shake.

He was in Berlin for a medical seminar at the University. He felt a sense of regret for coming. He had thought he was too modern to hold grudges against a whole people for what had happened when he was a child living in another country across the ocean. He walked by the wall separating east from west. Guard towers were easily spotted along the wall, manned by men with machine guns. On one of the walls he saw scribbled the words "Heil Hitler" in white paint. He felt an odd sense of satisfaction that there were still some Nazis around. Maybe it made the rest more believable. He sat at a table at a sidewalk restaurant and listened to the music from the stereo inside. He admired the well dressed women, with long legs and fair hair. Some of the most beautiful women in the world could be found here.

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