I'm a Nazi

I'm a Nazi

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Peter Erwin Rolf, soldier 446, is a Nazi. Bred with the sole purpose of killing, Peter is not happy with his fate. When the life of a young, mature girl named Alice placed in his hands, the young soldier is faced with a decision. "I'm a murderer." "You don't had to be." With one wrong step, Peter is sent hurdling in a completely different direction as he relives his life in flashbacks, realising how wrong he had been the whole time. Join Peter in his adventure in the 1900s and see just where fate takes you. //DISCLAIMER// Though I tried to educate myself as much as I could with the limit resources I had about this topic, there is probably some inaccuracies. Also, the words in this story are in, how I perceive, the point of view of a soldier serving for Hitler. I do not share the same ideas. Currently, I'm going back and editing the current chapters, as well as working on new chapters. Thank you for checking my story out!
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