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He has
become

What nearly
all men
become.

Whether they try
to resist it*,
or even,
if they don't
even know it.

He has
grown
distant.






 *Adolph Hitler's effect upon our fathers, the fathers which survived, having borne witness to the horror of a stressful number of years within the range of those falling with the most brutal in existence, having lived daily with the utmost of physical fear about them, and to have been more often than not, allowed to make nothing of it, was transformative in a grotesque manner and left indelible behavioural traits enmeshed upon the synaptic connections of those exposed to them.
 The numbers of these people within the population were verifiable proportionately of great enough numbers to be socially changing in every aspect of western civilsation in which these men participated.
These included the Western nations in the Allied group of non aggressor nations, that is, France, America, England and all of the Commonwealth, including the nation of Australia, and a number of other European and South Pacific nations.
 An important part of which is, as we all should know, the important role men have as they raise their sons, that is, as fathers.
 The sons of these men had fathers who had been subject to World War Two were, (and more than one was aware of the short distance in years that stood between the horrors that had been both the First, the Great War, and the Second World War rushing up as a quick second to the war that was so intensely horrible in its nature that the only sane and rational group thought that could be transmitted by any who lived within the confines of its years and left behind for historical posterity was that they spoke of it as, 'the war to end all wars'.
Which, obviously it wasn't and so, it was highly possible that there could be another, even worse, more pointless and bloodthirsty war, necessarily involving their own sons, sooner, rather than later.
 These thoughts, then crystallised in the present conscious mind on a continual level, as a daily driving behavioural precept behaviour modulation feature of the character, reflecting by regularly and routinely performed actions, exposing their inner nature to only, The (unknowing) Recruit, their sons.
 It has caused these Fathers to brutalise their sons, with the intention of 'toughening them up' just in case there's to be another war,     
"Like the one I just went through."
  Subsequently, these men developed relationships with their sons which existed under circumstances where treatments were employed which included, for example, the daily subjecting of the child to the suffering of psychological and physiological terrors at depths which one could, under the circumstances  only be described as a 'centering in' on severely distressing, to the greatest of degrees, and with the most extreme of pressures, applicable, short of, and often, by an explicitly psychologically truly depraved mode often surpassing the type of damage that it is possible to inflict upon a mind continually transfixed upon the upcoming moment of death, and this, for anyone not sick enough of understanding how absolutely vile this entire temperament has become to those who've experienced it, that being by default the every single one of us, even those who know nothing of it but a sweet sounding tune in a Disney cartoon, and all of this was all done by focusing on irritating the-most-emotionally equipped to register painful emotion portion, of that young man's actual brain, by employing methods not limited to, but including;
 The making of their 'bed-room', not to be, inside the the amenity rich, post- World War Two suburban home, but instead, out in the back-yard, in the garden shed, only a small box of thin tin, on a camp bed, shared with the push-mower, the rake, the pitchfork, the single wheeled bladed lawn edge- trimmer. With neither electricity nor insulation, and at temperatures sub-zero in winter and so hot that the flies didn't even dare go in there on Summer days.
   Subjecting for decades both their sons and his descendants to the catastrophic effects of tortures such as these, in the name of a fear of an all but unrealised reality, by which these men had been incontrovertibly, through circumstance, metamorphosised by imprinted memories of such depravities as constant exposure to the continual stink of rotting human flesh for hours, for days, for months for years worth of a cold sea-spray from the salted air upon dark, red wine seas, mixed as they were with fresh, young men's blood.
(To sharks it makes no difference to which flag one chooses to acquiesce.)
   It was this, by which they had been conditioned, the Fathers by the very most unfortunate of circumstance, to be permanently, and unwittingly, mentally apprehended.
   This is the general contribution that has been made to contemporary cultural norms, in just one aspect alone, as a result of the dire effect of the existence of the dictator Adolph Hitler.