As Farnbacher tried to square events with his Protestant conscience he sought consolation in the thought that I still haven’t fired a single shot, neither with a cannon, a pistol nor a rifle or machine gun, I haven’t slaughtered a single chicken or goose, still not set fire to a house, still not given the order to shoot a single Russian, and still not been present at an execution; how strange, almost unbelievable that sounds! But I am so grateful for it. There has been enough murdering, burning, destruction in this most ill-fated of all wars!
