When Adolf rose to power I believed him. Germany would be pure and feared. Of course, that is what words are used for. Belief. They all say I should regret everything, but if Hitler asked me to stand beside him again I would. That trip to Paris hurt us, the scars still remained. I can't worry though. The Allies want me weak, they want me to sit down with Italy's white flag. Nein, that isn't me. Russia and America swarmed in to take everything. Adolf's lies swarmed me, I believed him. We would be pure and powerful. Who knew a few military records could affect everything. I'm starting to think that even my family has turned their back. I should have listened to my bruder, and quit after Paris, I guess I was just too desperate for the world not to see my as some weak girl who got taken down by a piece of paper. I guess I wanted to make grandpa Germana proud. Hitler then seemed like the path. Germany would become the next Roman empire! But then again, I could never become Rome. That would mean my grand children would be like Italy. I do not want my genes turning into that.