Sometime in 1945....

We drive into Germany.  We write letters to our family.  The censors didn't have to edit words out, as they were all written with words of revenge and victory.  As we drove onto Niedenburg, the town was empty, deserted.  All the Germans are now fearing the might of our Red Army!  We start to torch the place, and through the haze of smoke and dim fire-lights, I could make out the body of a dead woman.  I looked closer, and I saw a telephone reciever between her scrawny thighs.  I did not bat an eye, as I've been living with Death since 1940.  I looked around and I saw a group of German soldiers, right before they were executed.  I watched them fall and die.  I did not pity them, but I felt happy.  Happy is the heart as you drive through a burning German town.  We are taking revenge for everything, and our revenge is just.  Fire for fire, blood for blood, death for death.