Wilhelm sat up in bed as his father entered his bedroom.
"What is the light doing on, Wilhelm?" Gerald Friedrich asked.
"I…I had a bad dream, Papa," Wilhelm whispered. "I'm scared of the dark."
"You will not be," Gerald said sternly. "You have German blood in your veins, Wilhelm and Germans have
always been strong. All the way back to the days of the Roman Empire we were a race of proud warriors
and we eventually brought that empire to its knees.
"We did not accomplish that by being fearful. I did not survive the War by being fearful. And you will not
accomplish the things you need to do by being fearful. Do you understand?"
"Good," said his father. "Now turn off the light and do not fear the dark."
After his father left, Wilhelm lay back down. He would be strong! He thought of the stories his father had
told him of the German warriors of long ago. They were always strong and brave. He was their descendant
so he would be too!
He would be strong! He would not be afraid! He would act like a true German warrior!