Yesterday, the War Was Over
Silence.It was everywhere, making the smallest noises echo. The guards in the towers, confused and disappointed by the previous day's events, were tense and all too willing to prove their competence by shooting any prisoner foolish enough to try to escape.
Colonel Klink sat in his office, staring at paperwork it was too dark to read. 'The what is what?'he heard the inspector say in his memory.
He should've seen it. ' . . .that hokey phone call . . .' Hogan had said. At the time, he had assumed the American Colonel was simply refusing to admit that Germany had won the war.
Yesterday, the war had been over. Yesterday, he had been looking forward to a job as a bookkeeper in the largest toy company in Germany. Today, he was a Luftwaffe Colonel in wartime.
He remembered Hochstetter's quiet, desolate responses to Colonel Bomburg over the phone. Hochstetter had seemed horrified, as if the idea of peace left him with no clear goal in life. Klink winced slightly. That thought was a view of the Gestapo officer's mind he didn't want.
In the distance, Klink heard an air raid siren, followed by an explosion.
Yesterday, the war was over. Today, it's on again.
