that as of today all military personnel are under orders of the Gestapo,
and that any soldier who knows that one of his superiors was involved in this cowardly attempt on the Fuhrer’s life may shoot him on sight!
A fine kettle of fish that will be. Little Johnny’s feet are sore after a long march and his commanding officer bawls him out.
Johnny grabs his rifle, shouts, “You, you tried to kill the Fuhrer. Take that!”
One shot, and the snooty officer who dared to reprimand him passes into eternal life (or is it eternal death?).
Eventually, every time an officer sees a soldier or gives an order, he’ll be practically wetting his pants,
because the soldiers have more say-so than he does. Were you able to follow that, or have I been skipping from one subject to another again?
I can’t help it, the prospect of going back to school in October is making me too happy to be logical!
Oh dear, didn’t I just get through telling you I didn’t want to anticipate events?
Forgive me, Kitty, they don’t call me a bundle of contradictions for nothing! Yours, Anne M. Frank
TUESDAY, AUGUST 1, 1944
Dearest Kitty, “A bundle of contradictions” was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one.
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