Ein Deutsher in das Land der Pony

Hans sat on the street 4 years later, in 1946. He was lucky enough to flee to West Germany, in an area under French control. He just sat there smoking a cigarette, watching as people walked by. He had the day off today, and he had never told anybody about the events that went down in the cave in Odessa. He never forgot about it, but luckily the rest of the world did. He wouldn’t wish that fate on anybody.

He also didn’t forget about his time in the SS. He missed the people he fought with. The people he fought under. He was not ashamed of what he had done. HE put out his cigarette and walked home. In his apartment, he began to whistle his favourite song. When he got to the words, he sang.
Ade, mein liebes Schätzelein,
Ade, ade, ade.
Es muß, es muß geschieden sein,
Ade, ade, ade.
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria.
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil Viktoria!
Sieg Heil, Viktoria!
Visier und Ziel sind eingestellt,
Ade, ade, ade.
Auf Stalin, Churchill, Roosevelt,
Ade, ade, ade.
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria.
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil Viktoria!
Sieg Heil, Viktoria!
Wir ruhen und wir rasten nicht,
Ade, ade, ade.
Bis daß die Satansbrut zerbricht,
Ade, ade, ade.
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria.
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil Viktoria!
Sieg Heil, Viktoria!
Reich mir die Hand zum Scheidegruß,
Ade, ade, ade.
Und deinen Mund zum Abschiedskuß,
Ade, ade, ade.
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria.
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil Viktoria!
Sieg Heil, Viktoria!
Hans died in 1973 from lung cancer, in Bonn, West Germany. He had no regrets.