Don Corleone: Ch.3
Nigel Zelt woke up in his tent.He got up on his elbows and looked around.Still dark.If this kept happening,the Sturmbannführer would have his ass in a sling.He needed to not feel as though bricks were tied to his feet.He layed on his back and willed himself to sleep.He rememberes his peaceful days.Before this war destroyed his life.When he lived out in Eastern Germany.He would play with friends,without fear of some yankee sniper.Then Hitler rose to power.He...He was a baloon.Full of himself.He only caused trouble.Enlisting all the capable men,deporting 'unreliables' that Nigel had been friends with since childhood.The hypocrisy of his serving still tasted sour in his mouth.But,he still felt a pride in the Fatherland.He would throw away his life for it.The SS were not soldiers.They were Untermenschen in fancy suits.They were curs who sucked up to the Party.He hoped never...to...be...
A whistle started to sound in the background."The hell?"He murmered as he remembered where he was."Schiza!"He sprang up and started getting dressed.If he was late to roll,Sturmbannführer Fritz would...be most unhappy.The Sturmbannführer was a vicious thirty year old who loved to take out his anger on the dumb ass' that he caught.He was feared within the group.Many believed that the Devil had told him that if he calmed down,that he could be next in line.Of course,he was fair.He never made a trumped up charge.This earned many of the mens respect.But god help you should he find anything on you.Nigel got to roll just in time.He got in position and prayed he hadn't been overly noticed.
still coming.Just not now.
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