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Hitler put in to return to the Front... We chaps in the line were glad to have him back.. He was one of the best comrades we ever had. The company cook excelled himself that night ...... Hitler was cheery, too. Long after the rest of us had turned in, he was still feeling about with a flashlight in the dark spitting the rats on his bayonet.

p. 85, Heinz, Germany' s H.

Hitler's interest in things in general never dwindled away to just concern for nothing more than what the day brought forth .....

p. 87, Heinz, Germany's H.

I remember how Hitler and I sometimes, on an extra black night, would crawl out of the trench to scrounge round for something to eat. He'd have an empty petrol can, and I'd have a knife. We hunted round where they'd been slaughtering horses, and if we could hit on some poor shot beast which didn't stink too badly as yet, we'd slice a bit off his quarter. Hitler'd fill the can with shellhole water, and stumbling back again to the dug-out, we'd deliver the booty to the cook...

p. 90, Heinz, Germany's H.

(May 4th, 1916)

Hitler had gone off by himself ... he had just surmounted a slight rise ... when suddenly he heard the whirring of a machine-gun. He flung himself face downwards on the ground....he managed to worm his way to the next hole... within the next ten minutes or so, at least half a dozen of (Frenchmen), fully armed, appeared... like a flash, he leapt to his feet, dragged his revolver from his belt, and leveling it at the enemy, shouted to them to surrender. 'Whichever of you budge, he is a dead man!' Whether the Frenchmen understood what he said or not, they understood what he meant, and promptly fell into line as ordered. 'You're my prisoners! March! Hitler signaled the way. Off they went, Hitler in the rear... 'Sacre nom' exclaimed one of them...but found himself directly menaced by that shining barrel....Hitler turned the lot over to the company.....

pp. 91/92, Heinz, Germany's H.

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Many of Private Hitler's commanding officers have written with the highest appreciation of his soldierly qualities.

"I cannot remember that Private Hitler ever failed in his duty," writes one of these. "He carried out his dangerous duties, not only with alacrity but with distinction," testified another. Generalmajor Engelhardt gives us this glimpse of him: "Once," he relates, "as I emerged from the wood at [unreadable] during a fierce attack, in order to make some observations, Hitler and an orderly from the Regimental Staff, planted themselves bang in front of me to shield me with their own bodies from machine-gun fire." [unreadable] writes, "Politically I am poles apart from Hitler, but I can testify willingly enough to his courage in the War, as I thought highly of him as a comrade in the trenches. I never knew him shirk his duty, or dodge any danger."

p. 98, Heinz A. Heinz, Germany's H.

Ernst Schmidt on Hitler:

"... I belonged to the trench runners. And because of that, I came across Hitler. We messengers were a chummy crowd generally, but three of us seemed to hang together in particular, Hitler, Bachmann, and I. Personally, I was very much attracted to Adolf, [unreadable] ... the less as I had often occasion to notice how he risked his life for somebody else and never said a syllable about it. Seemed to think a thing like that was all in a day's work, nothing to go and make a song about, anyhow. They used to call for volunteers when any particularly nasty job was on hand, and Hitler always answered... we all three got wounded at the same time and place, in October 1918, Hitler and Bachmann made it somehow to the field-dressing station....

pp. 98/99, Heinz, Germany's H.

1918

Meantime Hitler had turned up, back from Passewalk. We met, we two, and cemented our old friendship. This was the first I heard of his being gassed and in the hospital. He hadn't much to say about the Revolution. but it was plain to see how bitter he felt ....

"Then, one day, volunteers were called for as guards for the prisoners' camp at Traunstein, .... Hitler said to me, 'Say, Schmidt', let's give in our names, you and me. I can't stick it here much longer.' .... It was mid- December when we went to Traunstein. They were mostly Russian prisoners there and a few English.... We hadn't a great deal to do. We mounted guard at the gate...for 24 hours at a stretch. the next 24 hours we were off duty.

p. 102, Heinz, Germany's H.

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1918 Munich

At the end of January they broke up the camp .... we returned to barracks at Munich. There...was absolutely nothing to do. We got perfectly sick of it, especially Hitler. So one day we....asked to be put on a job. We mus [sic] have work of some kind! They hunted up something for us to do - old gas-masks to test. There were whole mountains of these things. We had only the mouthpiece to unscrew and examine, and if anything was wrong, to put it on one side. The work was easy, and to our joy, we got three marks a day for it. At this rate we could manage sometimes to go to the Opera. Hitler was a regular Opera 'fan'. We only bought the cheapest seats, but that didn't matter. Hitler was lost in the music to the very last note; blind and deaf to all else around him.

p. 102/103, Heinz, Germany's H.

Time of Bolshevik regime in Bavaria:

"Hitler .... looked on at all this .with uttermost repugnance.....(he) had already come up against the communists, for disobeying some of their orders. They already had an eye on him. It seemed better, they thought, to get him out of the way. One morning .... three Red Guards entered the barracks and sought him out in his room. He was already up and dressed. As they tramped up the stairs Hitler guessed what was afoot, so grasped his revolver and prepared for the encounter. They banged on the door which immediately opened to them:

"If you don't instantly clear out,' cried Hitler, brandishing his weapon, "I'll serve you as we served mutineers at the Front."

The Reds turned instantly and tramped down stairs again.

pp. 105/106, Heinz Germany's H.

One day, shortly after all this business (Communist regime) was over, I met Hitler in the street. He looked pretty pinched and peaky .... 'I've just come out of chink, Schmidt,' he explained. .

....The military in Munich had held themselves a bit too much allof [sic]. When, the Whites entered a few stray shots seemed to come from the barracks ..... They took every man in the place, including Hitler, prisoner ..... A few days later...an officer who had been at the front ... spotted Hitler...and had him immediately set free.

pp. 109/110, Heinz, Germany's H.

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Hitler remained a soldier and was given the job of testing every man's political soundness. .... Hitler was specially fit for this job on account of his political acumen, and because he was considered a good judge of men.

p. 110, Heinz, Germany's H.

He put the things through so well, that later on they promoted him to Regimental Instructor. Hitler had now to hold regular classes to instruct the men on political matters, and in a true sense of patriotism. He had to eradicate the last traces of the poison which had led to .... revolutionary measures .... Hitler did all this extraordinarily well. He discovered his own gift for public speaking and exposition. He rather imagined he had such a talent; but these classes in Barracks were useful enough to exercise and prove it.

...... After a few more months he returned to civilian life... He had already joined the Deutsche Arbeiter Partei ....

p. 110, Heinz, Germany's H.

.... he's passionately fond of animals. One off the Party friends had the lucky idea of us giving him a dog for his birthday in 1920. He rather thought a Deutscher Schaeferhund would be the thing and we bought one remarkable for size rather than for breed .... Hitler was awfully pleased with it. But the dog was ill ..... and died. So early next year somebody else sent him a young Wolfshund. Hitler fell in love with him, and they became inseparable companions. When, later on, he got more dogs, (they are still living at his country place), this one remained his prime favorite. He kept him ten years or more and then some enemy managed to poison him - some Communist belike. He must have known that to kill Hitler's dog would hit him harder than any political revenge ....

During the war a little dog deserted from the English lines and came over to us. Hitler adopted him and called him ' Foxl ' .....

p. 111, Heinz, Germany's H.

Hitler...didn't try to bring any political influence to bear on one at that time .... he certainly did live up to his convictions .... He was a walking example of the motto .... 'All for one, one for all' ....

p. 112, Heinz, Germany' s H.

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