I did my part.

My father used his position in the party to get me appointed to the SS. We were the elite. The best of our race. Given the task of protecting all that was good and pure of our people.

I fought in that hell hole Stalingrad. A bayonet in my thigh was enough to invalid me from combat, but not enough to keep me from the war. I was assigned as a guard at a camp called Sobibor.

We had been taught that the Jews were sub humans, untermench. Like rats they carried disease, infection, corruption, not only to our bodies but our culture and civilization as well. Like bacillus, they had to be eliminated, to keep us clean and healthy.

Oberscharfuhrer Michel would make a speech to them when they got off the train. He would wear a white coat. “You Jews will be put to work. But before that, you must be disinfected to prevent the spreading of disease. You will undress here, and follow this man to the disinfection station.”

I lead them down the Himmelstrasse or road to heaven, and they followed behind me.