Edit 24/11/2012: I'll be going back through this story and changing grammar, mistakes, but no big changes will occur. I should have pointed this out before, but Fuhrer is the word associated with Hitler. just a heads up.
Roderich flipped the station on the radio. A harsh, powerful voice shot out.
"The rise to power will be soon. We can only fight!"
The plans were made, to launch an attack on France by a man known as Himmler. Roderich was placed in his separate office to do paperwork in a big house that he guessed had once belonged to a family; before the military had claimed it as their own. The room itself was sloppily painted a light gray colour, making the space dull with it's emptiness. The soldiers marched throughout the house freely in uniforms with their work to be done and focus on only themselves. Roderich observed them through his door that was held open by a door stop, but his hazy dreaming was intercepted when a familiar man knocked on the wall.
"The meeting is fixed, in half an hour." A gruff man with cold blue eyes and blond hair slicked back stiffly told him in German. His eyes narrowed at Roderich. "Where is your badge?"
Roderich replied with a smile, "Calm down, Ludwig. It's right here." He knew that Ludwig's calm demeanor masked what he really felt. He pulled the badge out from under stacks of paper spread out on his desk, "I was just about to put it on."
"Don't take it off again. You've seen what they do." Ludwig hissed in all seriousness.
"Right, well thank you for your concern, but just make sure Führer knows that I have the feedback."
Knowing he wouldn't win any argument, Ludwig gave a quick salute and stepped out into the hall again, kicking the chunk of wood out of the way so the door swung shut. Roderich sighed, inspecting the badge. The leader was so demanding, and it didn't help that he had to fit to the benefits of the soldiers as well. But it was his job, to help win this war- and that meant staying organized. He blankly stared at the red symbol. It meant so much; freedom, power, life and death. Roderich tugged on a piece of his rich brown hair while getting lost back into his thoughts for the second time that day. He was especially missing his mother, her long hair the same colour as his with warm brown eyes creasing when she laughed. Feeling his heart grow heavy, he pushed the thought from his mind and closed his eyes.
A knock than sounded on the door, and Roderich knew that it signaled the meeting was about to start. Pinning the badge over his heart, he curtly opened the door.