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August 31, 1939

We are all so tense, knowing the war is about to start and that our
country will now truly blossom into the Thousand Year Reich. The people
are so excited about the upcoming war that they stay in their homes by
the radio and do not even venture out onto the street.

I had dinner with the Furher and some of the other staff again tonight.
They served liver and onions. The Furher, of course, didn't eat the
liver and onions. He ate good Rhenish cheese and bread baked by plump
german bakers. But me, I had to eat the liver. I hate liver.

Oh, how glad I will be to hear the cannons roar! Perhaps then I can
forget about that damned liver!

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