Once the ship weighed anchor, a great sadness fell upon him. There was no going back. Deutschland was behind him forever. He had loved his country. He felt that maybe he still did. But what he loved was what it used to be, what had been lost. The things it could have been. He had wanted to be patriotic, was proud to be patriotic, and they had told him no. And then they had ripped apart what good was left so it could be enjoyed by no one. Bertie did not understand this, would never understand this. Pride in a country was for what it could do for its people, not what it could take away.
