*I smile at the memories of Herman.* "He was a relatively jovial guy...but we all were before the war. When we got into it, he was the guy we looked up to. He never seemed depressed, never sad, never scared. He was the wrought iron soldier the Fatherland wanted. Herman...he never seemed to have the problems we did. He kept her close, your mom, I mean. She was the thing that got him out of that funk in Cherbourg. He really cared about her...I guess that's because he knew about...well, you. I'm sorry you never got to meet him, he'd explain it better than I can." *I pull out a cigarette, and a small silver lighter.* "I will say this though...*lights cigarette* when he fell, into depression, I mean, he fell hard. But all I had to say was 'Think about your wife, and your kid.' And boom, it's like someone hit a switch." *I quickly run a paw across my eyes.* "Verdammt, gone and upset myself."