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Another day, alas, I found myself, as I might have expected, facing a partisan at a turn in a precipitous road. We were too close to shoot. With the butt of his rifle, he smashed my jaw. But I didn’t lose consciousness; I managed to strike back. It was either him or me. The Nazis had taught us to kill, then forced us to kill. They had turned us into murderers.
I, Pierre Seel, Deported Homosexual: A Memoir of Nazi Terror
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