English Translation

NSK Episode 60 * 12 March 1940 * Sheet 12 Entertainment and culture The flag is the highest Do you remember...? Stizze by Georg M. Pijet Do you still know what it was like, comrade? Note for the lines of writing: The following tonal words, hunger and hate, tleine narrative is as material for the 'Day of the Wehrmacht' of the World War II. can be used and is recommended for this day to horrors, seeds pregnant with incitement, the lines of writing. Scorn, suffering and lying, fighting classes... NSK Infinitely the chain of the workers rinsing you still know how your heart was full of adversity from the gray mist of a moonless evening burning for work, peace and silence.., through the circle of light of the station vestibule as you listened to the distant commandment: and flowed on the darkened staircase. "Germany, awake and become will. Like a drum, you still know how you are doubting and mute through the room. A bright voice is rusting with yourself... as you knew in the wrestling, without knowing why: between. It knocks on every face — swings "You... he... we all will force it!" in every heart its admonishing tone. Everyone must pass by. Some rude shy away from her Do you still know how faith carried you, fists in your pocket and try to walk the people behind the flag, shuffling voice unnoticed by. It's like you inflamed in the star flight, few, and they all creep an embarrassing sacrificing to prepare the way to lie? Feeling that when they were this voice in the dog drop you were and became a sea, feel. Most, however, dig deep into their flowing flood and growing wave. Bags. It often finds deep pockets. And their today you are huge army, reasons are thin. But a few penny driving force and eternal source. find themselves already in it. Ieder individual falls like a shot into the box. Iawohl. they meet Saint of the seewur from the valley to the firn: with it! We plow, hammer, work and guess. An old worker bends over the We are our leader's fist and brain, cardboard with the badges that the collector carries comrades..., the empire soldiers... in the sand. It contains all the German Fritz Michel army flags in a colorful mess. No, he doesn't latch the first best on his chest, the old man. He looks attentively. we stood opposite him. But he held the "Shall be something special?" the flag helps. No eyeblict he doubted. No collectors. For a second he became weak. He stood at .Ia. The army flag of my iung. She was his flag. He was conspiratorial with her. However, it does not seem to be there. Then not. Life and death conjured up. He didn't say any I'd catch them yet, and if I had all the words. That was the disturbing thing about his collector had to turn their boxes around. The movements. He stooped on the flag and I had to have the flag!" the old man hummed. Ord= flag stomped on him. So I didn ́t hold out his two dime in longer. In short, I stepped out of the box and went to his two row and stood on the side of the flag, attaching flag badges a third to the chest. He proudly drives at the side one of my flag. Under which I had fought for four years=. Here I belonged. And many younger colleagues up the stairs. My comrades all around felt the same as se in the darkened compartment together. From all sides they came to us. stand. begins the branch suddenly to be = The circle around our flag grew. He was judged: . Flags are good comrades. To their lann one keeps the faithfulness. And to them can be greater and greater. We were faithful to our flag. Faithful until death. And so one should also become unfaithful. For example 1918. my boy hold. Faithful to the flag! Faithful everything collapsed. We stood then to the fatherland! Faithfulness to themselves! That is deep in Frankreic. Since aing the Dred loose. Also with us began the mutiny. Our Regi-highest!" A collector climbed through the compartment and , all hard unscrewed Westphalia, pushed himself past the old man. Excited hush= sat a black-and-white flag. An old ten the eyes of the old worker over the mothers had given us on our gin trip grated box with the glowing Fah-Mek into the sand. This flag alf and shabby, frayed and flirted. the nen. Plöklich stiek he a cheering call out. always somewhere at our bagage car in the middle of the box grabbed his hand, fished one of the flags and lifted it up like a blow. this flag the captain grabbed. There= a shield over himself. Pride she shone from with he stood all alone away from us, his chest. The old man is too brave, as if he was wearing this flag as a hat. All alone he shone along with his son - he stood with his flag. Stur and hostile in the same step and step. 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