A Nazi stormtrooper was driving his superior offiser on an important mission and was making great speed down the country road.
“Fritz!” said the captain, “You must go in to the farmhouse and apologize for killing the dog.” Fritz went and returned soon. His arms were heaped with sausages, cakes and bottles of schnaps.
“The woman of the farm gave me these, Herr Captain,” he said.
“Wasn't she angry?”
“No, she was very happy.”
“What did you say to her?”
“All I said was 'Heil Hitler! The dog is dead'.”