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The Commander always admired the Nazis’ sense of style. One could see it in his rallies, the helmets of his Viper legions, the faces of his Crimson Guards. The cut of his uniform was inspired by Wehrmacht Field Marshals’, high of waist and perfectly tailored, making him appear taller and more imposing. He modeled his speeches after the Fuhrer’s, keeping his listeners entranced with every shout and whisper, conducting their mood with a mere gesture. But in two ways he outsmarted Hitler; his legions were blue, the color of trust, and his face unknowable, elevating him from man to god.