"Why do you look at the stars?" his brother said, sitting down beside him.
He didn't answer. In the distance, he heard an officer call for his brother.
"I'll be there in a moment," his brother yelled back. Then Hans said to him, "Do you talk to Papa?"
"What makes you think he went to Heaven?"
"Before the war... he was a good man and a good father." He paused. Hans was looking at him intently, as if he wanted to believe him. "And then he thought he was doing the right thing."
"But he wasn't."
"We all know. Father knew, too." Hans stood. "Why do we let it go on?"