Disposition Of Steel

We sat in a room, politicians, diplomats lay around, we were the only Germans from Varikke there, I do not know if I was lucky or very, very unlucky to be with him, his name is Jakob Ludwig Neuhäuser, he's a military officer from the Varikkean army, he is a most stubborn and difficult man that is for sure.

"Sir I recommend you silence yourself"

Jakob looked most angered by this, Jakob was no politician he was a simple man from a poor family, he hated politics, he hated those who enjoyed it even more so.

"And I recommend that you silence yourself, for if you keep thoroughly waste my time I will find the most destructive creative and painful ways to deconstruct the concept that is your vision"

The man he spoke to, a political official from Achlavania looked shocked.

"Empty threats will get you no where Mr Neuhäuser"

Jakob turned looking around him before reaching towards a small end table behind him, on it a tool bag, he brandished a screw driver and turned to the Achlavanian official.

"Threats are words, words get you no where, Rome was not built by discussion, wars are not won by compliments, and the people's great constructs are not made by dear talk, they are made by action!"

He proclaimed loudly before walking towards the official, I stepped up putting myself between them and the meeting was quickly called off, so very difficult this man, a disposition so grand, he hates politics, bureaucracy, and most of all time wasting exploits, as we left walking towards a truck that would return us to Berlin, I asked him what that was all about, he turned to me and grinned.

"If we do not carry ourselves in a manner of which like Steel, than how do we expect to get anything done?"