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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Exercise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day in the lager<br>I saw a young and arrogant SS officer.<br>I was then a prisoner near Vienna, <br>In Strasshof an der Nordbahn, <br>Strasshof on the Northern Railway <br>In Southern Austria.<br> <br>This haughty Schutstaffel (SS) man<br>Was dressed in a spiffy black uniform. <br>Under the eagled swastika symbol, <br>The insigne of the cross-boned skull, <br>Emblazed on his visor cap, <br>Stared menacingly at the world.<br>He wore his hat at a rakish angle<br>And in his right hand<br>He brandished a stick.<br> <br>Like a conductor of an orchestra <br>He wielded the baton, <br>Entertaining himself jollily, <br>Using it to engage a dozen or so people<br>In military style drills.<br> <br>He made them to crouch <br>And then to stand up together, <br>To squat and to rise, <br>To stoop and straighten up, <br>To bend their weary knees<br>And to crouch and stand<br>Time after time afresh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men and women, young and old, <br>Were exhausted and sick<br>And this Nazi officer forced them<br>To repeat the exercise<br>A hundred times over and over again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He punished them<br>Because they dared to request <br>A break for rest.<br> <br>I watched quietly the scene, <br>Standing adjacent to the wall of a barrack.<br>The SS man ignored my presence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although I was just a little boy, <br>He taught me an indelible lesson.<br>He gave me an edifying demonstration<br>Regarding the idea of man’s cruelty <br>To his fellow human beings.<br> <br>Yet at the time<br>I just watched silently<br>The humiliating scene.<br>Stunned and dumbfounded, <br>I did not grasp its full meaning.<br> <br>In the middle of the punished group<br>Was also my mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gasping for air with her tired lungs<br>She crouched and straightened up <br>Along with the others.<br>I saw pride and dignity in her eyes; <br>Only her face was covered with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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I saw a young and arrogant SS officer.
I was then a prisoner near Vienna, 
In Strasshof an der Nordbahn, 
Strasshof on the Northern Railway 
In Southern Austria.
 
This haughty Schutstaffel (SS) man
Was dressed in a spiffy bla..."></div>
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