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Heinz A. Heinz    

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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HEINZ A. HEINZ

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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HEINZ A. HEINZ               

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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