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Trautman put the letter down, a bitter grimace on his face, his teeth almost clenched.
But me, I would like you to be here, my friend – he thought.
I would like you to see them...
I would like you to see what kind of soldiers I am creating here, the kind of mentality I am managing to give them.
If we had just had a whole army made up of men like them a few years ago, none of this would ever have happened, my friend.
Trautman sighed over the sheet of paper, the he gazed up at the window, outside, where the sun was shining that day.
And that was the moment he had another idea about his plan.
To tell the truth, it was a plan he had been working on for a long time before then, but the idea sprang into his mind at that exact moment, right after finishing that letter.
So Trautman picked pen and paper up from a drawer, and started writing.