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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Test Of Loyalty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stood, oak walking stick<br>and trusted Shepherd by his side.<br>It was a view not for mere mortals, <br>life was not stingy with rewards, <br>such as this view from Obersalzberg.<br>He'd baptised it Wolfsschanze, <br>with which he had expressed the thought<br>that it would make a launching ramp<br>for the great wolf, son of the old eagle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today was graduation for ten officers, <br>Sturmstaffel, also called SS, <br>they'd demonstrate the ultimate of all: <br>Life for the Fuehrer and the Fatherland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The training had been tough and cruel<br>for man and beast, all Shepherd dogs, <br>each candidate was given a male pup<br>to raise, from weaning time, with utmost care<br>to teach the tricks a German dog should know, <br>until the very day they'd stand before their god.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The presentation was an eye-pleasing success, <br>the Fuehrer watched as dog and man performed, <br>until the Obersturmbannfuehrer's sharp command, <br>they froze in place, awaiting graduation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, Adolf Hitler, undisputed leader of the Reich, <br>he raised his arm in a salute, and with a voice<br>both soft and urgent gave the ultimate command: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Use only both your hands and your new combat knife, <br>and cut the throat of your companion here and now, <br>it is the final test of loyalty to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a deadly silence then, an eagle hovered<br>above the valley, boyed by rising currents, <br>and as it watched, the ten cadets reached down to touch<br>their charges by the neck, with grim determination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten pairs of trusting eyes looked at their masters, <br>as love flowed from within to meet the blue-eyed tears, <br>and death that day could not be understood.<br>Perhaps the Fuehrer would explain it all, one day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Nehrlich">Herbert Nehrlich</a><div class=q>
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life was not stingy with rewards, 
such as this view from Obersalzberg.
He'd baptised it Wolfsschanze, 
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