Rolf sat down in his chair, reading the newspaper thoroughly. The tides of war were turning, and it wasn't in Germany's favour. A shiver ran down his spine; he was thinking about what would happen if the yankees or the british took the town by assault - it was close enough  from the border. He would be able to keep Aletta safe? He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if some filthy soldier put his hands on her. He left the newspaper in his desk and started to fill the transfer form - he was going to Hamburg, and she was going with him.