A corporal in the Wehrmacht in 1935 doubts the goals and purpose of the Third Reich. His father is a communist who fought in WWI. Over dinner they get into an argument. Write their conversation.
The corporal took a sip of his beer and sighed. I don't know if I believe in the goals of the Third Reich, father, he said. I mean, I'm a soldier, but I'm not sure I'm fighting for what's right.

His father put down his fork and looked at him steadily. You know, son, I fought in World War I as a communist. I thought then that I was fighting for something with real meaning and purpose. I'm not so sure that's true anymore.

The corporal shook his head. I don't know what to believe. I hear a lot of talk about a Thousand Year Reich, but I'm not sure it will last that long. It seems like it could be over before it even starts.

His father smiled sadly. You may be right, son. But we must do our best to make sure it doesn't. We must never forget the horrors that war can bring and stand up for what we believe in.