Today, January 24th 2015 we have lost a soldier. A man that fought for his country in a time where turmoil ran ram pet. Today Otto Carius has gone to sleep never to wake up again. He is now at peace, amongst his brothers, friends and family. Ruhe in Frieden Otto.
**This is not a fanboi nazi bullsh*t post. This is for a soldier. A soldier fights for many reasons yet in the end it seems they are never remembered for their acts but rather the imperfections of societies social and political structures; therefore, I choose to honor a man that fought, a man that fought gallantly, and a man that maybe even was indirectly responsible for allowing my Grandfather to survive while fighting amongst his German brothers in the end when the war was lost.**