![]() He nudged Herr Haase with his boot so that the prisoner faltered again before he finally struggled to his feet. On the icy snow where his head had rested, a patch of red stained the whiteness.įaster! the first officer commanded. Herr Haase slowly rose to his knees, one arm clamped to his side where he had been kicked. Get up or I’ll shoot you now just to get it over with, he threatened. ![]() Get up, Jew-lover! said a second officer, his dark leather boots glinting in the fading evening light. Her two children clutched her skirt, watching their father with wide, tear-filled eyes. Herr Haase, wearing no jacket or shoes against the February cold, slipped on a patch of ice and fell.įrau Haase stood in the open doorway of her house. ![]() Jew-lover! spat the tall, blond Gestapo officer, pushing Herr Haase toward the car. ![]()
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