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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 5021615" data-attributes="member: 12460">Waller had been keeping one hand behind his back, where he always kept his Luger pistol, while listening to the men. As their words sunk in, he felt only one thing: fear. He had heard about the German Worker's Party's antisemitism and was worried that the men wearing swastikas were threatening him. After all, his mother was a practicing Jew and his maternal grandfather had owned a prominent banking establishment before being killed in a brutal anti-Jew riot in 1923.When the men asked him to get aboard their truck, it brought the horrors of the attack on his grandfather back to the forefront of his mind and he reacted on instinct at their insistence that he leave. It was clear that he and his family were no longer safe. He swiftly drew his pistol and held it in front of him."I don't know who you are, but I am no friend of Herr Hitler. I will give you this one chance to leave. I suggest you take it. I would have no problem with taking both of your lives to protect my family."If his friend Valdemar was truly dead as these men said, then he would get to the bottom of it. After all, Waller had been very political of late. And even though his anti-communist beliefs aligned with those of the German Worker's Party, he was not about to trust a pair of them with his family's life. No, he would find out who was responsible for Valdemar's death his own way.</blockquote>