wir-kommen-wieder:

You’re useless. Can you lift anything heavier than a pistol, pretty boy? Can you move the rubble, drag the corpses? Can you build a house, or plow a field? What did they teach you all these years, just to polish your boots and press your shirts, to clean your nails and part your hair, and to bark and to crawl? You wander like a lost child with eyes glazed over. You sit alone with your knees drawn to your chin, rubbing that spot on your uniform that just won’t come off. This is all your fault. I wish they’d taken you to Russia.

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