Story 3: Radicalism

Those were their names. My wife and son.

All they did was express their opinion. They were talking loudly about how they didn't approve of Nazism. Then that man--that <i>thing-- </i>had them killed for treason.

I was angry, I was blinded by rage, and I made a bad decision. I had never even shot a gun before. He was giving a speech, and I paid my way onto the guest list.

All I did was take a shot. One. Shot. And just like that, just from that one bad decision, my life was over and I was on the run.

But living on the run wasn't living. I wasn't living. Death is better than that half-life. The moment that I realized that, a little plan started to form in my mind: I would assassinate Hitler, properly this time.

And so I looked around. And with enough looking, I found what I was looking for: the Kreisau Circle. They were an underground anti-Nazi organization, and they wanted what I wanted. They wanted to assassinate Hitler.