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Chapter 17
"IamaCatholic,andmyreligionhasbeentheonethinginmylifewhichhasneverfailedme,thoughIhavefaileditmanytimes.IdislikespeakingofDane,becausemyhearttellsmesomethingsarebetterleftundiscussed.Certainlyyouaren’tlikehiminyourattitudetolife,orGod.Let’sleaveit,allright?"
Shelookedathimcuriously."Allright,Rainer,ifyouwant.I’llmakeapactwithyou—nomatterwhatwediscuss,itwon’tbethenatureofDane,orreligion."
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MuchhadhappenedtoRainerMoerlingHartheimsincethatmeetingwithRalphdeBricassartinJuly1943.AweekafterwardhisregimenthadbeendispatchedtotheEasternFront,wherehespenttheremainderofthewar.Tornandrudderless,tooyoungtohavebeenindoctrinatedintotheHitlerYouthinitsleisurelyprewardays,hehadfacedtheconsequencesofHitlerinfeetofsnow,withoutammunition,thefrontlinestretchedsothintherewasonlyonesoldierforeveryhundredyardsofit.Andoutofthewarhecarriedtwomemories:thatbittercampaigninbittercold,andthefaceofRalphdeBricassart.Horrorandbeauty,theDevilandGod.Halfcrazed,halffrozen,waitingdefenselessforKhrushchev’sguerrillastodropfromlow-flyingplanesparachutelessintothesnowdrifts,hebeathisbreastandmutteredprayers.Buthedidn’tknowwhatheprayedfor:bulletsforhisgun,escapefromtheRussians,hisimmortalsoul,themaninthebasilica,Germany,alesseningofgrief.
