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Non-Fiction
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Genre:
History
Philosophy
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Language:
English
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I would have never voted for him had I known his plan; world domination. Hitler didn’t deserve to rule a country as fine as Germany; he had sent all of its young men on an impossible venture. He blamed everyone but ourselves: the British, the Americans, the French, and of course the big red Russian bear. We had made a mistake starting World War 1 I had no problem admitting it. The Nazi party was a lie in my own opinion, a big fat one. Now I was thousands of miles from my wife and two sons, I was in Greece with a gun now.
MY horse Caesar slowed his trot to a canter as I looked back on the forty six men I commanded. I shook my head I know what we were here to accomplish was wrong now. The small train of pack mules surrounded by the light infantry drew my attention; it was like a wave of dark grey. The mules held all of our vital equipment, our mortars our food and of course our ammunition.
Behind me the four Zugführers (Platoon Commanders) sat on top of their horses talking in a hushed voice; one of them held a cigarette taking occasional puffs while cursing when his horse missed a step. I tried to stay a little ahead to avoid the childish gossip they shared of the soldiers. Caesar strode forth interpreting my body language like a professional.
"A Poor Officer's Artillery"
Set in World War 2 in the mind of a German Company Officer Enticed by the rejection of the Jewish Population by hitler. He disagrees with all of Hitlers main new rules and his regime to power. Set in Greece where few germans are he leads his company to the outskirts of a small Greek town.
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"A Poor Officer's Artillery"
Set in World War 2 in the mind of a German Company Officer Enticed by the rejection of the Jewish Population by hitler. He disagrees with all of Hitlers main new rules and his regime to power. Set in Greece where few germans are he leads his company to the outskirts of a small Greek town.
I would have never voted for him had I known his plan; world domination. Hitler didn’t deserve to rule a country as fine as Germany; he had sent all of its young men on an impossible venture. He blamed everyone but ourselves: the British, the Americans, the French, and of course the big red Russian bear. We had made a mistake starting World War 1 I had no problem admitting it. The Nazi party was a lie in my own opinion, a big fat one. Now I was thousands of miles from my wife and two sons, I was
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I would have never voted for him had I known his plan; world domination. Hitler didn’t deserve to rule a country as fine as Germany; he had sent all of its young men on an impossible venture. He blamed everyone but ourselves: the British, the Americans, the French, and of course the big red Russian bear. We had made a mistake starting World War 1 I had no problem admitting it. The Nazi party was a lie in my own opinion, a big fat one. Now I was thousands of miles from my wife and two sons, I was in Greece with a gun now.
MY horse Caesar slowed his trot to a canter as I looked back on the forty six men I commanded. I shook my head I know what we were here to accomplish was wrong now. The small train of pack mules surrounded by the light infantry drew my attention; it was like a wave of dark grey. The mules held all of our vital equipment, our mortars our food and of course our ammunition.
Behind me the four Zugführers (Platoon Commanders) sat on top of their horses talking in a hushed voice; one of them held a cigarette taking occasional puffs while cursing when his horse missed a step. I tried to stay a little ahead to avoid the childish gossip they shared of the soldiers. Caesar strode forth interpreting my body language like a professional.
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