I was just a postman, a happy German man. Living life as one would day to day, becoming more mundane and repetitive each day, and yet I was happy.  I became the law, the authority, and the disciplinarian.  Men are to report and click their heels to me upon command.  I am to be respected.  I made my men prepared for war.  I was brought into war, but I am still the disciplinarian.  But now, I am nothing but a soldier.  I am scared, ashamed, and broken.  Please stay and make me go no further.  I wish not to see this anymore, I wish to go home and return to my simple life.  My name is Herr Himmelstoss.