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Into the Motherland the Germany Army marched...
Erwin had spent enough time exploring the ship to discover the media library. At first he had spent so much time simply reading books he'd missed or reading new books he'd never seen or heard of before. That had taken time. Then, slowly, his curiosity had turned to visual media. At first he had been amazed and overawed by the pictures produced sixty years in his future - sharp color, focus. Amazing special effects. It all seemed so real to him. His attention had shifted again. His curiosity got the better of him. He began watching old newsreels - German, Russian, American, British - about the war. He'd never worked up the nerve to discover if what Robert had told him about the Jews as true. In a way, he didn't want to know.
Still, he'd eventually reached the end of the war. So he sat, stonefaced, as he watched Germany crumble. When he could, he watched the raw footage. When he couldn't, he watched newsreels. It was depressing in away - to learn how the war would've ended. How the Allies swept over France and the Russians raped and looted their way through Germany. How depressing.
He was watching one of the later German newsreels about Berlin. He sighed softly. Maybe he would never see his homeland again. Maybe that would be for the best. German divided into a communist state and an rump republic? Better then national death, he supposed. He flicked over to another reel of footage. The Battle of Kursk. He hadn't been there, but he'd heard about it. What an utter waste. He leaned forward, watching the black and white footage intently, remembering everything he'd ever done and all that he'd gone through.
Still, he'd eventually reached the end of the war. So he sat, stonefaced, as he watched Germany crumble. When he could, he watched the raw footage. When he couldn't, he watched newsreels. It was depressing in away - to learn how the war would've ended. How the Allies swept over France and the Russians raped and looted their way through Germany. How depressing.
He was watching one of the later German newsreels about Berlin. He sighed softly. Maybe he would never see his homeland again. Maybe that would be for the best. German divided into a communist state and an rump republic? Better then national death, he supposed. He flicked over to another reel of footage. The Battle of Kursk. He hadn't been there, but he'd heard about it. What an utter waste. He leaned forward, watching the black and white footage intently, remembering everything he'd ever done and all that he'd gone through.
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He crosses his arms, watching the films play across. "...A Nazi or just a soldier, then?"
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He sounded a bit tired, "I am not a party member. I was a member of the Hitler Youth. If any of that makes me a Nazi, if fighting for my comrades and my country makes me a Nazi, then I suppose I am one. Is there anything else you would like, sir?"
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He looks back at Erwin and ducks his head sheepishly. "Sorry, though. You've got to be getting that question from everyone, right?"
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He glanced back at the video screen, "...a universe where we win? Huh."
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"There's tons of them." He pauses, then coughs. "They're not very popular, mind. Hitler tends to commit genocide in nearly every universe I've seen."
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He rubbed at his head with a sigh, "...it makes me wonder about the war. I had a duty to my country."
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Apollo leans back in his seat, watching the little black and white soldiers fight their black and white war. "I guess it depends on why you joined up. You weren't a Nazi. You don't seem like the kind of guy who gets off on killing." And Apollo would know, his husband does. "You probably just got into it out of patriotism, right? Can't blame you for that."