With six other friends, some fugitive Jews, and some Aryan Germans, you live in a one-room apartment. The landlord seems to be decent enough, but you make sure he receives extra money every month to assure his silence. With the help of Christian friends on the outside, you get a job as a tailor in a clothing factory.
You use some of your hard-earned money to buy a pistol and a
hand grenade on the black market. You keep these in your coat
pockets in case a Gestapo agent ever tries to arrest you. If they want
me,
you think to yourself, they will have to die with me!
you have
some close calls, but you never have to use these weapons.
One day, a high-ranking German officer comes into the factory
and orders a civilian suit. You wonder why he would do that. You are
especially intrigued when he leaves his fancy uniform behind,
walking out of the shop dressed in his new clothing. Can it be,
you
wonder, that the end of the Third Reich is near, that this officer is
trying to conceal his identity and sneak away before the Allies get to
Berlin?
You're sure that is the answer. Quickly, you gather up his uniform and put it on. You march out and order a staff car to drive you toward the western front. When you are close to the fighting, you walk into the woods, strip off the uniform, and make your way toward the British army units in front of you. You raise your hands over your head so that they don't shoot you; you are soon in the custody of His Majesty's soldiers.