I'd certain entice those women into prostituting themselves for nylons and chocolates as their husbans died horribly on the Nazi front lines.
Phowar!
I'd even help arrange the back street abortions in case their husbands did survive the onslaught of the German war machine. Shame they're not French, then they could suck me off whilst I wore my Nazi uniform and put their neighbours in concentration camps.
(I need to get out more - or less, depends on my social worker).