«Heil Hitler» was the cry that rose unanimously.
A small man with a small moustache raised his outstretched arm: it was Himmler.
«Heil Hitler,» they repeated in chorus.
The SS commander-in-chief surveyed the deployed soldiers. He stopped in front of a sergeant, took off a glove and used it to slap him.
«Was ist das?» he pointed to a conspicuous patch of dust mixed with mud on the knee of the victim.
The sergeant stared straight ahead, mute.
«What is this?» insisted the Nazi hierarch. «Reply!»
«Digging over there ...»
The sergeant pointed to an area now devastated by cars.
«Well?»
«I have stained myself, my general.»
«You are here to glorify the Third Reich, not to cover it in mud!»
«Yes but…»
«Do you dare to contradict me? Put this insolent filthy man in the cell! There you wi
