    "I'll check the exit. Hanna, if the coast is clear, walk to the exit and back. Drag your feet. That will leave more of your scent if they use dogs. When you get back, get into that jump suit the janitors use. Then we will rub it down with that pine scented cleaner. That should reduce your sent enough to through off the dog's," Hans ordered.
    "I worry for my parent's. They are all alone," Hanna said sobbing with her hands over her mouth.
    Hans and I stood silent. We knew her parent's fate.
    "Ok, it's safe," Hans said.
    After we covered Hanna with pine scent, we wet down her hair so it would fit under my cap. We pushed a mop bucket down the hall.
    Sure enough, as we turned the corner at the top of the hall, there was the Gestapo with a dog. We froze. They passed buy us without breaking step. The dog turned its head slightly toward us as it passed. Hanna started to faint, but I held her up.
    "They are holding my sweater. It was in my locker," Hanna stated.
    "Yah, it's for the dog," I replied.
    There was a soldier at the main walkway, but he did not move as we walked. We walked too the street off campus, and caught the train going toward my farm.
    "We made it. I'll be dammed Hans said in a surprised voice.
    "I can't thank you enough. I really can't. My parents I'll never see them again," Hanna said in a very sad voice, and she began to cry again.
   I put my arm around her, and Hans held her hand. We knew there was nothing we could say.
   We sat in silence until we got to our stop.
   "There's an officer on the platform. Just act nonchalant As best you can," Hans suggested.
    The officer did not pay us any attention.
    "I will call father too pick us up," I said.
    When my father showed up, I introduced Hanna and Hans, and explained the circumstances.
    He shook his head, and said, "My brother's wife would call the Gestapo. We will hide her," he stated.
    "Is the army still taking our food every day?" I asked.
    "Yah, they do, but your mother meets them at the gate. Those who show up are not the cream of the crop," father said, with a smile.
    When we arrived, mother came out meet us.
    The first thing she said was, "What's wrong! Why are you here from school?" she asked.
    "Come too the house. We will explain in there," father said.
    I explained the what had happened, and mother sat there with puzzled worried expression.
    Mother looked at Hanna, "Come my dear, let's get you out of those clothes. I'm sure I have something that will fit you."
    She held out her hand, and they went upstairs.
    "You were right father. The Nazis are just like you said. There are so many stories about their misdeeds at school, there's no time to learn anything," I said.
    "We will take good care of Hanna, and you must get back to school before you're missed. They will come looking for you if you are not there. There a lot of people helping their Jewish friends, and the Gestapo is looking for deflections of normal routines. Don't say anything, or write anything regarding Hanna. The Gestapo could be monitoring all communications. That includes talking in your dorm or kitchen. If you must talk about anything the Nazis could consider a negative thought, do it on the north side of trees, that is somewhere a parabolic microphone can't be pointed at you. Remember, we are at war. War with Hitler. Somehow, we must get our country back, and we will. The unknown part, is how much of Germany will be left when we do it. Now go," father said.
    We said goodbye to Hanna who still tearful, and made it back to school without incident.
    "How does your father know so much?" Hans asked.
    "Oh, he was a Coronel in the last war," I answered.
    The next few days were spent discussing what had happened, and what was next, over and over again.
    "Attention please. Assembly in the auditorium in five minutes," came an announcement over the speaker.
    In the auditorium there were four Nazi's dressed in military uniforms, and one very attractive lady dressed in quite stylish white dress. For an hour they took turns embellishing the virtues of the Third Reich. Most of us began nodding off after just a few minutes, and we all knew what they were saying was nothing but lies, especially their degrading comments about Jew's and other minorities. I could see where they were going with it, and I felt quite queasy. As I looked around, I could tell most of us felt the same.
    At the end, they stood and clapped, expecting us to reciprocate. Instead, except for few coughs, all you could hear was a lot of silence. It was obvious they were angry by our response, and they left in dignified huff. Despite the lack luster response, they came back every Monday. After a month or so, they were able to gather a few followers. The rest of us, more or less, ostracized them, and feared them as well. You could tell which person would because they were a little off to start with.
    "I'm glad this was my last year. I can't stand much more of this," I said
    "Like wise," Han's replied.
    At the end of the semester, Hans and I left for my family's farm, hoping to spend some time with Hanna.
    Neither of us had spoken her name sense we left her at the farm fearing that might be a mistake.
    Father met us at the train station.
    "Well look at you two. You've grown some," Father said, putting his finger to his lips.
    We knew he meant no to mention Hanna, and that sent a chill up my spine.