In these first weeks of the war in Russia, when Kurt Müller wrote the first of the poems, he did not know that, very soon after the air force and its building batallions would have left, in the area of Parafianovo the systematic mass murder of the Jewish population would be started. He knew, having witnessed the fate of friends, about the persecution of the Jews, he knew about crimes committed by the Nazi state and about concentration camps. Nevertheless, like most people, not least the victims themselves, he did neither foresee nor expect the impending organised mass murder. He couldn't, but it would also have gone beyond his imagination and contradicted his personal values* entirely.
We do not know how closely he was eventually approached by the criminal events and actions, committed predominantly by the so-called "Einsatzgruppen" (special task forces) of the SS, to a smaller extent also by other units (parts of certain infantry and police regiments). We know, though, that he was spared the worst possible decision conflicts such a deployment would have meant because the air force building batallions, like the large majority of the millions of German troops deployed in this part of eastern Europe, did never participate in these crimes. Having been spared these horrible choices is certainly not Kurt Müller's personal merit but owed to the fact that he was part of a social group which was considered politically unreliable and potentially anti-Nazi, and which also seems to have justified this assumption, indeed. The memory of Kurt Müller (see above) reflecting his first encounter with his sergeant corresponds to this fact als well as the following experience from the very first day of the invasion of the Soviet Union anecdotically illustrates how the men of this batallion agreed in a mental distance from what Nazi propaganda tried to implement but also in their fear of the deadly dangers the dictatorial regime provided for the "undermining of military morale“: