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The coup d'état had ended in failure – there was no back up plan, no instructions, no way to have been prepared for its catastrophic failure. Everyone was in panic. No one could believe the plan of three years yielded no results. The German government still stood proudly while the French laid in there own pitiful ashes... as they had been for the last four years. No help would come from from Russia nor the United States, we were alone – alone in our failures, alone in our victories, and alone in death. "Sieg für die Heimat!" (Victory for Germany!) I heard the crowds chant over and over again. The newsman also letting out a small joking roar in support. I couldn't stand the cheering for our loss, it made my face to turn red, my teeth grind, and my hatred for the country grow. Immediately I reached for the remote to shut off the TV. Leaning back I lit a cigarette. Feeling hopeless and lost I got up and paced back and forth. An answer was not coming to mind. I was one of the few Germans who still disowned this second world war. My associates and I still paced hoping for someone who thought about a back up plan. The Gestapo would be here any minute to take away our lives. All hope was given up on.