The Traitor

Part One: Freidrick's POV

        I am not perfect. Though I have the blonde hair and the blue eyes, I am not perfect. In the eyes of the Fuhrer I am, but simply I am not. With all that is going on I had to realize it before I became brainwashed like the rest of them. I don't agree with his motives, I never have and I never will. Everyone was thrilled to join the war. I wasn't, it's a waste of human life.
        The moment I got the telegram I knew, I knew they were going to make me join the war. I am old enough.
        The swastika is not a symbol of who or what I am. It represents the third reich, saying I am their property. I am no individual's soldier. Especially not Hitler's. The swastika is the sign of a Nazi.
        I have been stationed here in Linz, Austria for about a week after being transferred from Berlin. I hear a knock at the front door and open it to find a man in uniform. There is a medal hanging on the right side of his shirt and a red armband on his arm. He gives a salute
        I respond then he relaxes a bit.
        "I have come to see how you are getting along. You're new correct?"
        "Yes sir, I'm doing fine thank you." I respond.

Tell if you would like me to write more! Thanks for reading! I know it's short.