The German soldier started to tie a blindfold around his eyes.
"Non!" he pulled his head away, glaring indignantly.
The young soldier stepped away, looking confused.
The Gestapo Major looking on, mildly amused, then finally spoke.
"Is there anything you require before sentence is carried out?"
"Oui. A very sharp knife."
"To free yourself. To escape? How typical. There are twenty guards here. It would do you no good. You would still be shot."
"Non. To throw. Straight into your filthy Boche heart!" he spat with satisfaction.
The Major actually laughed. "Come, come, are such words truly to be your last?"
The bloodied lips smiled one last time. "Non."
And as the cocking of the rifles sounded loud in the bright morning, he straightened his shoulders and glowered straight into the eyes of the Boche Major.
And he shouted, "Le Viva Belle France!"
~End~
A/N: Before you flame me for killing LeBeau, I have left the ending completely open…or have I? I suppose that's totally up to you, Dear Reader! My muse is evil at 4am! ;)