Chapter 2: A clash of ideals Autumn 1933

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"YOU LET HIM SHOOT A DEER"
"How else is he supposed to become a man?!"
"HE DOESN'T NEED TO BE A MAN HE'S TEN"
Friedrich, storms past the kitchen table, his eyes starting to glaze with fury. "YOU DARE TELL ME HOW TO RAISE MY SON?!" Each word he spews sending shockwaves through my body, a great pressure building in my head.
"HE IS A CHILD, HE IS OUR CHILD"
My mother, lana spat back, standing her ground, a panic quickly flashing across her eyes, it was soon replaced by a look of steely defiance. "HE IS PRUSSIAN, HE WILL BE A SOLDIER"
I stare at the space between my parents, expecting to see the air violently ripping apart, the colour starts to seep from everything around me, I start to struggle to breath. "OH IS THAT WHY YOU WANT TO SEND HIM AWAY TO WHAT? THE ARMY? YOU WANT HIM TO KILL AND BE KILLED?" I slowly look at my mum, it suddenly clicks, they're yelling about me, I start to stumble towards the door, I feel something brush against my neck, my collar suddenly chokes me as I'm wrenched back into the room.

"Where are you going son?" His voice oddly calm with a cold sharp tone. "I.....I...." Is all I can force to dribble out of my mouth
"SPIT IT OUT BOY" he glares at me, a bit of spittle hitting my face. I suddenly realise what that stench is, the acidic punch, I smell beer.
My eyes widen in realisation as I start to try and wrench myself away with more vigour.
"LET GO OF HIM" my mum wrenches on his shoulder, I take my chance and free myself from his iron grip.

I sprint towards the door, grappling with the door frame and pulling myself through.
"RUN HANS RUN....."
I turn  just as mum is cut short by my dads fist, a crunching as it crashing into her jaw.

I turn and run, my legs burning, I kick something on the floor my face slamming into the damp soft forest floor I have no idea how long I've been running or where I am, I curl up into a ball and cry.

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