Trying on the uniform
“It will look very smart once
you’ve got it on properly,” said Rikki. “You just give me a shout when you’re
ready and I’ll help you get that neckerchief straight. Get that right and
you’ll look really good. Especially as I’ve ironed every single crease out of
it all.”
Rikki let
herself out of Hani’s bedroom. Hani
stared at the skirt and shirt laid out neatly on her bed. It would look quite
smart, she supposed. But only if it fitted her properly. It would certainly
look good on some of the slimmer girls. She was glad, actually, that her
uniform was navy-blue and white and not the ugly brown that the boys had to
wear. She touched the skirt. Actually,
the material felt a bit softer that what she’d had to wear when she was in the Jungmädelbund.
The inauguration ceremony
“But we must also give this warning:”
he said. There was something in his tone that suggested he was coming to the
end of his speech. Thank goodness! “If
you do not stand together, but become disunited, if you are not loyal, but
disloyal, if you do not work and are cowardly, you will fall into terrible
chaos and Germany will collapse. God will have no home in Germany any longer.”
Why should he single out the Germans?
The young man was still speaking.
“….It is therefore our holiest duty to
fight to our last breath anything
that threatens or endangers the life of our
people. God will decide whether we live or die.”
Hani
joined in with the others. “This we pledge.” I just don’t get it, she thought. What’s the point of doing anything if God is going to decide in the end
what happens? It doesn’t make any sense. None of it does.
“We
want to be free from all selfishness.
We
want to be fighters for this Reich
Named
Germany, our home.
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