[The following is taken from a memoir of Irmgard A. Hunt, who grew up in the mountains under Hitler’s Eagles Nest during the Second World War.]
With all the soldiers and the S.S. in town, drunken feasts in the local pubs were no rarity. One Monday evening Mutti [German: Mom] took the shortcut to get to her weekly gymnastics class in the old town gym. Directly in front of her, blocking the narrow, stony trail, she made out a pile of three or four totally drunk, sleeping storm troopers. She came to a full stop but decided that she would not turn around like a coward. She walked backward a few steps, picked up her speed, and took a long jump over the drunkards.
”I admit,” she said, “my heart was pounding when I landed on some stones that started to roll out from under me, but before the men knew what was happening I was gone.” She laughed as she told us the tale.
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The S.S. man Schulz, who heard the story when she stopped by that afternoon, apologized for the behavior of the soldiers and gallantly offered to accompany her down to the gym on Mondays.
Source:
Hunt, Irmgard A. “Hardship and Disintegration.” On Hitler’s Mountain: Overcoming the Legacy of a Nazi Childhood. New York: Harper Collins Publishers, 2005. 183. Print.
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