:53:00
The time has come, Herr Holzgang,
for you too to make a small sacrifice.
:53:06
Excuse me, Herr Major.
:53:10
And what is that?
:53:13
My only son. Killed at Stalingrad.
What greater sacrifice can a man make?
:53:19
None, except the sacrifice
made by your son.
:53:26
Bring me some schnapps, and cigarettes.
:53:32
Herr Holzgang, the sheets are ready.
:53:39
Greta, quick, bring it.
:53:46
What are you trying to do, get me shot?
:53:50
That's a military commander, you fool.
:54:03
- You are Frau Holzgang?
- Yes.
:54:12
You have other children?
:54:15
No.
:54:25
You must be very proud of your son.
:54:28
Is that what I'm supposed to be?
:54:31
Proud that he's dead?
:54:34
No.
:54:36
I'm not proud at all.
:54:39
I miss him.
:54:42
Germany has lost four million sons.
:54:45
I pity them, but I pity most my own son.
:54:50
We must learn to live with our losses.
:54:56
Even your husband.