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To: Direktor Landser
From: Adrian Herrmann
Location: Bruchsal

Guten tag Frau Landser.

You may remember me. My name is Adrain Herrmann. Your organisation, the Volksfront, was the one that sanctioned my extraction from the poverty of New Berlin so that I might fight for my people alongside the righteous agents of the Bundschuh. You then armed me with the knowledge and weapon with which to take the fight to the enemies of the Rhienlandic People.

I have fought over these last few months, as hard as I could. I have flown with fellow agents of the Volksfront and they have been allies to me. That is why I now wish to join your party. Your policies and politics echo my own. I believe I can fight on for a better Rhienland, a Rhienland free from the fascist oppression of a corrupt regime most effectively under your banner.

I have placed my initial communicae to your organisation at the bottom of this transmission. I wait on Bruchsal for your reply.

Respectfully

-Adrian Herrmann

Guten tag Frau Landser. I know you have little reason to trust me you do not know me and I have done nothing to earn your trust. I have seen through the states foul slanders on your organisation however. I know you act for the good of our noble Fatherland, the great Rhienland!

I was born into the industrial slums of New Berlin; the Heiligensee Kiez specificly. Its a particularly poor area, although my family has always managed to survive through my fathers business. He crafts small components for space craft that make up parts of the engine areas. Through his meager income he managed to secure me a place in a State school in a less deprived area. We did not have enough money to send me into further education however; instead I was destined to work alongside my father until I could pass the business onto a son of my own.

During my time at school I had rubbed shoulders with the influential, and the contrasts of the poverty of Heiligensee with the ostentatious extravagance of the further up market areas sickened me. I began to see how our Houses wealth was held by a select few Capitalists while the working people suffered in squalor. I could envision a State were capitol was distributed equally among the People through a system of economic fairness laid down by a benevolent Socialist regime.

I voiced these views inside the home, sparking debate among my family. My father even threatened to turn me out for blasphemy against the GottKanzler, the very individual who has been squandering Rhienlands opportunities as a State of the People.

As the State directed our House to a path of war with Liberty, I became discontent, rousing fellow inhabitants of my Kiez to protest against the fascist state. We aimed small smashing the windows of capitalist pigs shops and spreading leaflets among others who would no doubt be drawn to the cause.

It was at this point my father decided that he could no longer tolerate my actions and cast me out, causing me to move in with friends of the cause. It was at that point I began to look for others who shared my views for the creation of a better Rhienland. I found the Bundschuh.

This is why I now pen this letter to you Frau Landser. I know the neural nets are monitored by the fascist pigs, so I have asked my friends to pass the letter from hand to hand until it reaches your door. I hope it arrives promptly.

I will fight for the Fatherland and its people, Frau Landser. Give me a weapon and I shall fight them in the cities! Give me a ship and I shall fight in the space ways! Give me a mission and I shall readily die in the name of the Bundschuh!

Fuer das Volk!

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