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Topic: Confused (08/16/07)
- TITLE: Heil Hitler? Hail Mary
By Ruth Neilson
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A young man, who could only be the example of the Aryan perfection, stood before him. His blonde hair remained motionless in its perfectly combed style and his piercing blue eyes remained emotionless. “Father, I would like to make a confession.” The young soldier stated, one of his sun-browned hands clenched his perfectly creased pant legs.
An unspoken code yet another soul confused by the world that surrounds him.
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Father Drottsmire nodded, pressing his lips together. “Come this way, my son.” He stated, leading the young man deeper within the monastery. He was proud to serve in the isolated monastery...and even prouder because they had hidden several of the Juden within these very walls.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.
“Father,” the young man began, his voice trembling in anticipation...or was it something more? Father Drottsmire held up his hand, unlocked his office door, and gestured for the youngest to walk into the warm room.
Quietly, the young Nazi sat down in a wood slat chair. “Father, I need,” he paused and shook his head. His blond hair falling across his face, making him look younger than he already looked. In that moment, before Drottsmire’s eyes, the stiffness of the young man melted away. Finally, he blurted what he was thinking. “I’m confused. I cannot find a way to justify what the party stands for,” he gestured to the brown uniform, “with my faith. What should I do?”
Father Drottsmire leaned back in his seat before leaning forward, resting his long fingers above the desk like a steeple. Idly, he tapped the middle fingers together considering his words carefully. He needed to stay in this monastery, for the sake of those he had hidden here, so it was crucial that he chose his answer carefully.
“My son,” he began, finally returning to his feet and walking towards the fireplace. Drottsmire paused again for a long moment; knelt, and stoked the fire before standing once again. “You are a lamb put in the midst of wolves. The only advice that I can give you is to be as wise as a serpent but as harmless as a dove.”
The young man clenched and unclenched his pant legs. “But, Father! That did not help me. I’m still confused.” He blurted while he stood and approached the elder monk.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Drottsmire closed his eyes once again and held his hands open. He wanted to say something else to this young man. But did not know what. He sighed as he stared into the fire “My son, just as you must be careful while serving your country, no matter how unwilling you are, I must be careful in how I serve those of my country.”
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
The young man knelt on the rapidly warming stone and grasped Drottsmire’s hand. “Then Father, pray for me.”
Father Drottsmire nodded and rested his free hand on the unwilling Nazi’s head. “I will. Go with God, my son.”
He finally stood, brushed his legs off, and nodded. “Thank you, Father.” Without another word, he left the room. With a frown, Drottsmire watched the young man resume the persona of a perfectly trained Aryan solider and stiffly stalk down the corridors of the monastery as Drottsmire’s wards shuffled out of the way.
Ave Maria, a Gregorian chant. English translation reads:
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,
blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
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