My Third Empire

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Unlike Moscow, where war is raging, everything looks so clean and tidy on the streets of a small city called Augsburg on the Danube River in southern Germany. The spacious road was spotlessly cleaned. From time to time, long buses drove slowly along the streets of the city. The sun shone on everyone's face, making it look quiet and beautiful.

On the outer wall of the old masonry building, there is a huge red 4K national flag that extends from the roof to the ground. On the mottled streets and alleys, can you see the German Head of State Akado broken by the wind and the sun? Rudolph's campaign slogan. The **** typing was printed below the handsome portrait of the head of state: "Victory or perdition!"

Those medieval street lamps with patterns on both sides of the street look like a line of guards. The little boy wearing a student hat and shorts stopped at the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the shop, and looked at the new goods coming out of it with curious eyes.

Recently, the life in the town has become better and better. There are better sweets, more bread and margarine. Even if you are willing to spend money, you can also get luxury such as canned sardines and natural butter. Goods. People no longer worry about hunger, they began to pursue a more comfortable life with the banknotes in their hands.

Many families have relied on government support and subsidies to buy new radios and beautiful floral clothes, and some richer people have even bought civilian cars that are really ugly. If the men on the front line can get home, then the local civilians may be more satisfied with their lives.

Victory or demise Before 1937, this problem, like a mountain, weighed on the hearts of every desolate German, inspiring every German to squeeze their weapons in their hands and fight desperately; but in 1939, the problem had vanished. One victory after another made people cheer up and eventually became numb. Everyone started talking about not which enemy city was laid down by the front line, but which family received the death notice sent by the condolences department.

"Hello, to 7th Street." When the bus stopped at a station next to the train station, a soldier wearing a military uniform of the National Defense Force squeezed his luggage on the bus. He dropped his baggage and then He took out the change in his pocket, smiled politely at the driver, and handed a few coins to the conductor at the door.

He wore an Iron Cross Medal on his chest, next to it was a beautiful War Injury Medal, a Medal of Heroic Battle, a Medal for the Nation, a Battle Medal for the Eastern Front, and a Medal for the Battle of St. Rudolph. Although his rank is still only a sergeant, not even an officer, but still let the children in the car cast their respectful eyes.

The soldier who returned from the front line squeezed a gentle smile at the children, and then prepared to carry the luggage to the empty seat in the back row, but was stopped by a beautiful female ticket seller with curly blond hair: "Mr. , You carry three free tickets, so I can't charge your fare. "

Because of the long war, Germany has issued a variety of waiting policies for soldiers in the township, including free rides, free train tickets, medical insurance and various subsidies and benefits enjoyed by their families. These policies ensured the morale of the German soldiers fighting bravely on the front, and also improved the national welfare system in the rear, preparing for the foundation of the development of some people's livelihood after the war.

The soldier was stunned for a while, and then put down his luggage, took the change that the other party gave him back, smiled politely at the pretty conductor, and then said thank you, so he picked up his luggage and walked to the car Back row. The little boys in front looked at the medal on his chest curiously, as if looking at a general who had returned.

The car moved slowly in the sun, and the frequency of the jolts caused the soldier to close his eyes unconsciously. Ears seemed to sound the roar of the endless machine guns on the front line, as well as the helpless roar and the crisp sound of the cartridge case jumping out of the barrel. His head oscillated slightly with the frequency of the car shaking, as if sitting on an armored car heading to the front line, also a familiar engine roar. The difference was that at that time he had an mp44 assault rifle in his arms, and there were countless beside him The comrades were noisy.

"Griff! Ammunition! Ammunition! Griff! Cover me, shoot at that window! Fire! Fire! God! You ’ve shot the enemy and rushed over, Griff! Fire!" Cried out. In the ear, the young soldier who entered dreamland frowned involuntarily, sweat fell on his forehead, and he was terrified of everything in the dream.

"Sir! Sir! 7th Street is here!" As he struggled in his dream, a sweet voice called him out of illusion. The young soldier opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful curly-haired saleswoman with a smile on her front Looking at him, the career line protruding from his stooping caused him to flush his cheeks instantly.

"I think you are asleep, so are you okay to come over and wake you up? Are you uncomfortable?" The ticket seller apparently didn't notice the embarrassment of the young soldier, and still stooped and asked, "Do we need help?"

"Thank you!" The young soldier named Griff hurriedly stood up, tidied up his military uniform, picked up his luggage, nodded his thanks to the conductor, and hurried off the car.

The bus parked on the street of No. 7 Street started again in a blink of an eye, and the beautiful conductor also walked to his seat, shaking his head regretfully to the driver on the side: "It's handsome, but a pity."

Griff, who was watching the bus going down the street, carried his luggage and walked slowly along the gravel-paved sidewalk. It was almost the same as when he left. After all, it's only a year and a half. For a city that doesn't have much heavy industry, changing things beyond recognition is not an easy task.

However, small cities have the advantages of small cities. The quiet life here is not so easy to break. Griff walks slowly like this. You do n’t have to be afraid of the bullets that come from the corner. You do n’t have to worry about bad luck. It is already very good, at least for him, it is very good.

Suddenly he froze for a moment, then stopped in front of a window. He watched a beautiful flag inserted in the gap of the window. There was a small wreath hanging at the end of the flag pole, and the wreath was still hanging. Two white ribbons.

This family does not know Griff, but a family that can put such things in the window means that someone in the family is killed on the front line. It may be the owner of this house, or it may be a husband or a young son. No matter who it is, the family is now incomplete, and everyone who lives will remember the relatives who left.

An old lady saw Griff in the window, with a touch of sorrow on her wrinkled face. Griff nodded and gestured, then carried her luggage and continued on. He dared not wait for the old man to push the window open, because he was afraid to hear an unfamiliar name, and was afraid to be asked again and again, had he heard that someone really died.

The surrounding scenery is becoming more and more familiar and more and more eager. This is when he left his home for more than a year. There are fathers and mothers who love him. He likes the taste of the familiar potato stew, the soft bed he knows, the lovely younger brothers and sisters he knows. Hopefully, everything in the house is as good as the letter says.

Unconsciously, Griff slowed his pace and became afraid. He had never heard of the famous poem "Near homesickness is more timid", but he felt his mood. Walking slowly, he walked in front of the familiar courtyard, pushed open the slightly old fence, and looked at the door he had pushed open countless times.

"My God! Greve? Is that you?" A woman wiped her hand covered with water on her apron, pushed open the door and looked at the young man in the yard who had changed so much, she ran towards His own son embraced this strong and strong son tightly in his arms. For so long, she thought day and night that she went to church on time every day to pray so that her son could return safely.

At this moment, as if all the prayers and wishes have been fulfilled before, God heard her voice! The mother, who was in her forties, was crying in tears at this moment, holding her son in tears.

Griff left his luggage at his feet and gently stroked his mother's back with his hands. He really wanted to hold his favorite loved ones with both hands, but the empty sleeve in his right hand made him Can't get what you want. He had to comfort his mother softly, whispering the softest words with his voice roughened by screaming on the battlefield: "Mom! I'm coming!"

Hearing the sound in the courtyard, the slightly older man pushed open the false door, stood on the steps and looked down at his wife hugging his son. He saw the empty sleeve, and he was stunned for a moment. But soon he refrained from letting his tears fall. His son came, with honor on the far battlefield. Unfortunately, not all of them came.

With red eyes, the man staggered down the steps and walked to his wife and son. He stretched out his thick arms and hugged two people: "It's okay! It's okay! God bless! Come on ! Just come! "

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