But I couldn't help but think that something was up, and that my father was just hiding the truth from us. ... When we got into the mess hall, we found a table in the corner, and sat to eat. ... I sat there on our bed, holding him in my arms, watching him live the last moments of his life. ... But I made it through, and on May 7, 1945, I was released, a free person again. ...
His nationalism, which he saw as to be a united Austria and Germany; which would let all the free speaking Germans come and go as they please, definitely had roots in his time in Vienna. ... The poet Stefan George voiced a widespread mood when, in 1921, he prophesized an age which "Brings forth the one who helps, the Man And at the same time mapped out his tasks for him: He bursts the chains, restores on fields of rubble His order, scourges those who've gone astray Back to eternal justice, where the great Is great again, and master once more master Obedience reigns, and o...
