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For being stealth planes they sure were loud.
Even in his hiding hole he could hear their roar as they cut across the sky. A small squadron but easily six planes if the noise was any indicator. German too.
Nantucket vibrated on his head and he ducked further under his make shift cover. He had been walking through some nameless forest, spying for his boss, when he heard them coming. He had taken cover under a nearby gnarled tree, its underside rotted away, and waited for them to pass.
"Damn Krauts." Alfred muttered darkly. Somewhere those planes were going to cause destruction, to kill people. Maybe not his but none the less the hated the idea.
Shimmying out, he checked the sky. Nothing but blue. He felt sad suddenly, how long had it been since he was home? Looking out at his own sky, in his own land, without a care in the world.
Gently he pushed Texas back up his nose and stretched out. He didn't know how long he had been hiding but the sun had dropped significantly. He was supposed to be back hours ago and he had no doubt his ride had bailed. He knew he would be fine heading back as long as he wasn't spotted but still, not having to walk would be nice.
Well might as well get started. He swung his rifle over his shoulder and pack and turned towards the way he came.
Germany was cold this time of year and the ground was hard and sprinkled lightly with snow. The pine trees overhead blocked out what little light the sun cast and left the world with a blue tint. Even with a war waging around the world, nature still radiated with beauty.
Time passed smoothly and with little variation. Alfred plodded along, occasionally humming the tune of his national anthem and checking around for enemy soldiers. If he had known it would have been this peaceful he would have brought along a regiment to pass time.
He thought of how Mattie would be chiding him about his recklessness and fighting to be heard over Arthurs and Francis bickering. Francis would be savoring the cigarettes he had nicked from some other officer and he could just hear Arthur complaining about missing tea time. Alfred also had some human friends that he wouldn't have minded bringing along.
Absent mindedly he stroked his dog tags. Alfred Freedom Jones. Blood type O- , to match the blood of his citizens. He didn't have his social security number on his, rather he had his birth date and his status as a nation.
He looked 19 so everyone assumed he was just another enlisty and so the higher ups added the status so his commanders and soldiers would know.
Something crackled and Alfred jumped into fighter mode. No longer lost in his thoughts, he pulled his Colt 1911 out and scanned the area with the intent to kill whatever moved.
He could not allow himself to be captured.
Moments passed and nothing happened but Alfred was a seasoned veteran. He had been in far too many situations where "nothing happened" and then there was an ambush just up ahead. Better play it safe.
He went backwards and towards the left, the opposite direction of where the noise was heard. His gun was trained in front and he kept checking his six for enemies.
Distantly the sound of voices reached him. He couldn't tell the language but since this was german territory better act like they were Nazis. There was more than one and probably each had a weapon. Not good odds.
Alfred dropped to the ground behind a tree and laid flat. He pulled off his pack and set it flush against the tree along with his M1 Garand. Grabbing a handful of mud he rubbed it into his bright blond hair and face. He scooped up leaves and dirt and sprinkled them on his uniform. From a distance, he would look like a overgrown root and a pile of dirt.
Through the trees he saw them, a small band of german soldiers, dirty and war worn. Probably from the front lines he thought. But where there was ten there was a hundred. He needed to move fast.
A little bit behind him was a ridge where the woods dipped down. If he could get over it,they wouldn't be able to see him.
He could hear them now, voices scratchy and filled with exhaustion. They were talking of how they were tired of cheese for every meal and how one of the men's shoes didn't fit properly and was causing sores on his feet.
Alfred was very thankful for his partially german roots. Along with english and spanish, Alfred was fluent in Chinese, German, French, and Vietnamese. Being the melting pot of the world had some wicked advantages.
Fluency was something that was truly underrated in war in Alfred's opinion. Understanding what was said could prove to be the difference between victory and defeat.
He studied the soldiers over the rim of his glasses. They were all quite young but that only meant they were more resilient and more brutal.
Ludwig was not among them.
Thank god Alfred thought. He did not need to butt heads face to face with the other country at the moment.
He kept an eye on the soldiers as he slid his body backwards, dragging his pack and gun along with him. Thus far they had not looked in his direction, probably not expecting to be attacked so far into their mother nation.
It was slow progress because they seemed to have taken a break, resting against trees and eating, relieving themselves and dowsing themselves in water and smoking.
It's odd to see how similar we are. They're just guys like my guys, just ground soldiers doing what their country wants them to do.
He watched them the whole time, always alert to the threat they posed, but he decided to not hurt them. They weren't doing anything at the moment to warrant attack and so he would leave them alone.
Soon his feet felt the hills decline.
Once beyond their sight, he pulled on his bag and gun and walked as quietly as possible towards one of the Allies outposts. It was dark and the moonlight was not nearly enough to relieve the area around him.
It was bad enough to have enemy soldiers nearby let alone getting hurt because you couldn't see the woods around you. Despit how Alfred acted he was very practical, he knew he need to sleep and wait until sunrise. He hadn't realized how tired he was until then and so scoped his immediate surroundings. There was a tree not far off, with an opening towards the he positioned himself properly no one would be able to see him. Only after he had crawled into it did he realize it was the same tree he had hid in earlier.
I got absolutely nowhere today. He laughed at the absurdity of it. Or maybe it was irony. It doesn't matter he thought before he drifted off to sleep.
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