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His brother read an eulogy at his funeral in Bonn, his wife and children weeping visbaly in the front
'The world has seemed so full of life back in his chilhood. Hans Hoss, hisinnocence was yet unbroken, his mind a virgin to the knowledge of the real world. Hans grew up extolling the virtues of the National Socialist, idolising Adolph Hitler, the greatest leader of Germany, wishing he could of been alive when greats such as Joseph Goebells and Heinrich Himmler stalked the Earth. Proud of what they had made of Germany, 150 years before, proud that he was part of the Master Race, proud that the Jews were now extinct.
He led a happy childhood, or so he gathered, it could of been worse. His father came home from the successful conquest of Japan, back to their quaint little home in Shanghai City. His father a Major-General in the Werchmacht extolled military obedience into Hoss at an early stage of his life, yet there was something Hans would forever hold dear about him.
When Hans reached the age of 15 he found his first love, oh what a brilliant girl Mildred had been. Indeed a daemon in the sack like all German girls were taught to be. Sadly she died when the Japanese Independence Movement bombed the school where Hans and her attended. Fate would had it Hans was home sick that day.
Three years later Hans did his three years compulsory service in the army. He then went onto university. However his time in the army taught him something that he would forever cherish, discipline. He vowed to become better than his father, and be the greatest fighter the Reich had ever known.
He met his wife in University, studying in Bonn. Ursula was a firey woman and bore him six strong children. Michel, Rudolf, Heinrich, Hans Jnr., Gertruide, and Angela. How he loved them all. The new family setlled finally in the outpost of Rio de Jannerio near the Mexican border.
When Joseph Jager the fuher of the Reich called the Werchmacht to war against the Mexicans and the United States, the only nations still to stand against the might of the Reich, the people of Greater Germany rejoiced. Soon the dream of the world-spanning Germany that Hitler once evisioned would become a reality. Soon the world would know the power of the Reich once more.
Hoss gladly went to war leading a battalion. He fought in the capture of Technochitlan and saw the Mexican Emperor Maximillian III executed in the Grand Arena of Mexico. He fought the US Army into their homeland and he fought at the Second fall of the Alamo.
All the time the Werhcmact was forever pressing forward, all the time the United States was powerless to stop the National Socialist Reich.
However Hoss was stopped, if Germany could not be. An American bullet in the battle of Chicago piereced the mans throat. As his hands raised to grasp thee wound, he struggled to overcome the American mongrels. Even has his life's blood spilt onto the pavement in downtown Chicago, he thought about his lif, and we all know it wasn;t to waste.
Hans Hoss, dead at 28, devouted son, stern brother, loyal husband, good father, and unselfish friend. Patriot who died at the hands of an American mongrel bringing the Germanic Reich to its place in the sun. We will miss Hans, for he lived in the spirit of the Great Fuhere Hitler, and in service to the Master Race.'
'The world has seemed so full of life back in his chilhood. Hans Hoss, hisinnocence was yet unbroken, his mind a virgin to the knowledge of the real world. Hans grew up extolling the virtues of the National Socialist, idolising Adolph Hitler, the greatest leader of Germany, wishing he could of been alive when greats such as Joseph Goebells and Heinrich Himmler stalked the Earth. Proud of what they had made of Germany, 150 years before, proud that he was part of the Master Race, proud that the Jews were now extinct.
He led a happy childhood, or so he gathered, it could of been worse. His father came home from the successful conquest of Japan, back to their quaint little home in Shanghai City. His father a Major-General in the Werchmacht extolled military obedience into Hoss at an early stage of his life, yet there was something Hans would forever hold dear about him.
When Hans reached the age of 15 he found his first love, oh what a brilliant girl Mildred had been. Indeed a daemon in the sack like all German girls were taught to be. Sadly she died when the Japanese Independence Movement bombed the school where Hans and her attended. Fate would had it Hans was home sick that day.
Three years later Hans did his three years compulsory service in the army. He then went onto university. However his time in the army taught him something that he would forever cherish, discipline. He vowed to become better than his father, and be the greatest fighter the Reich had ever known.
He met his wife in University, studying in Bonn. Ursula was a firey woman and bore him six strong children. Michel, Rudolf, Heinrich, Hans Jnr., Gertruide, and Angela. How he loved them all. The new family setlled finally in the outpost of Rio de Jannerio near the Mexican border.
When Joseph Jager the fuher of the Reich called the Werchmacht to war against the Mexicans and the United States, the only nations still to stand against the might of the Reich, the people of Greater Germany rejoiced. Soon the dream of the world-spanning Germany that Hitler once evisioned would become a reality. Soon the world would know the power of the Reich once more.
Hoss gladly went to war leading a battalion. He fought in the capture of Technochitlan and saw the Mexican Emperor Maximillian III executed in the Grand Arena of Mexico. He fought the US Army into their homeland and he fought at the Second fall of the Alamo.
All the time the Werhcmact was forever pressing forward, all the time the United States was powerless to stop the National Socialist Reich.
However Hoss was stopped, if Germany could not be. An American bullet in the battle of Chicago piereced the mans throat. As his hands raised to grasp thee wound, he struggled to overcome the American mongrels. Even has his life's blood spilt onto the pavement in downtown Chicago, he thought about his lif, and we all know it wasn;t to waste.
Hans Hoss, dead at 28, devouted son, stern brother, loyal husband, good father, and unselfish friend. Patriot who died at the hands of an American mongrel bringing the Germanic Reich to its place in the sun. We will miss Hans, for he lived in the spirit of the Great Fuhere Hitler, and in service to the Master Race.'
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