During his ordeal of separating from the military, Walter met Andreas, the man of confidence in his unit. Walter had never met him before; his chief officer told him to visit Andreas. Perhaps Andreas’s position was a secret, but Walter had not been aware of his existence until then.
Andreas had been blessed in numerous ways. He enjoyed private living quarters outside, separated from the barracks. He spent his time in a camouflaged truck in the shape of a container and slept there alone in his own bed. The truck was equipped with different types of communication apparatus and a bunk bed. In addition, it contained a cooking plate, which Andreas used to produce a good cup of tea and which they drank while talking about politics, the world, and music.
Andreas seemed impressed by Walter’s decision to become a conscientious objector. He also owned his own transportation and lived in Frankfurt with his parents, which enabled Walter to secure rides back home on a regular basis.
Andreas may have earned the privileges he received during his time in the army from his birth. He made his home in the basement of his aristocratic parents’ residence in a nice Frankfurt neighborhood next to the River Main. His elite education, sharp mind, and good humor made the time Walter spent with him an encouraging, supportive experience. The two became close friends.