Furloughs are granted to soldiers who declare their intention of getting married and it seems that a rush business is going on at the registry offices. The men figure that it will make a nice weekend and that the future is uncertain in any case, while the girls see the possibility of putting a coveted "Frau" in front of their names and perhaps of joining the honoured rank of those who are about to serve the Fatherland by increasing the population. The slogan in some of the settlements is that no everything, but the amount of butter, bread, meat and fish they are now allotting is just what the Reich is able to produce, and I believe that rather than give in, they will live on that amount for several years.
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