Hi!

No, I haven't forgotten my other stories, I am just trying out something new.

Zimmos recently published a (now deleted) fanfiction with the holocaust as a backdrop, and inspired me to also highlight reports from atrocities during the 2nd World War using the Loud House. Can you guess the sisters? How do you want it to end; or, do you perhaps already know what is going to happen?

The little daughter's on the mattress,

Dead. How many have been on it

A platoon, a company perhaps?

A girl's been turned into a woman,

A woman turned into a corpse.

It's all come down to simple phrases:

Do not forget! Do not forgive!

Blood for blood! A tooth for a tooth!

~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Prussian Nights

20 October 1944 | Nemmersdorf

"Linda! Give it back!", Linus Jr. shouted after his sister.

It was a cold and fresh morning. Autumn was colder this year. Linus had just fed the cows and had been hoping for some time alone to glue the latest addition of his photographs into his book. But he should have know better: there was always something going on, on the Loud farm, but with eleven kids, thats the way it always is.

"No! I won't!", she shouted back swinging around, her long auburn hair swinging with her. She held up Linus most priced possession: his Adolf Hitler sticker album.

"Linda! You will break it! Give it back!", he pleaded with his 13 year old sister. She just threw him a freckle faced grin and kept on running across the yard to the barn.

Lincoln couldn't keep up with her. To his dismay he wasn't a very sporty boy and had to take shit for it from his sister Linda constantly who seemed to brim with energy.

"Hey, watch where you are going!", Lorelei, Linus oldest sister, shouted. She was carrying a bucket of milk over to the house. It was Friday and no new letters from Lorelei's boyfriend Robert had been sent from the front for almost a month, she went to the post office twice everyday to check and was very irritable.

Linda didn't apologise for almost running into the blonde young lady leaving Linus to instead do it in her place.

"Whatever!", was Lorelei's response.

Linus resumed to chase his sister to the haystack behind the cowshed. Oh, no, Linus thought. The hey is going to get in my clothe and poke me again. His younger sister Luzi was squatting next to a puddle that had formed in the middle of the yard and was probably looking for some dead frogs or something like she normally did. It was very creepy. Linda ran through the puddle splashing Luzi full of water. "My book! If you get it wet! I will -", Linus speed up his pace but wasn't insane enough to run through the muddy puddle: he didn't want to get a beating from his mother.

Linda disappeared into the haystack. Sighing, Linus followed her inside.

Lorelei was in her chamber that she shared with her younger sister Leni, sitting on the old wooden desk in front of the only window. After her morning duties and not finding Leni in their room, she decided to lock it and spread out the love letters of her boyfriend Robert.

She remembered how she first met Robert when she was seven, ten years ago, at the market in Königsberg. She had started developing somewhat of a romantic relationship with him after her fourteenth birthday, it was then that they spent every free minute of the monthly markets in Königsberg and the surrounding villages together to the expense of her younger less mature siblings poking fun at her. But she just couldn't help it. Robert was so perfect.

The last time she had seen him was almost five months ago, he had looked so good in his dashing uniform, his black-brown hair and dangerous smile had made her knees weak, reminiscing back to the last time their lips had passionately touched, how his strong hands had gently grasped her, she shifted her legs around thinking about while she hungrily stared down onto the letters, that she all had read at least once every day. They never got boring and each time she read them, her chest felt like it was filled with fluttering butterflies.

'Today I had a dream about you. I always dream about you. How can I not? You are keeping me alive, when I think about your beautiful eyes my heart melts.'

Lorelei was giggling quietly and surreptitious let her right hand slip beneath her underclothing. Her pulse got higher. She let out a ragged breath as she kept on reading, her right hand circling slowly.

Lorelei came to the ending passage of the last letter she had received. 'I can still feel our last kiss on my lips, it leaves me with a burning desire for you. For more. When I come back, I would like to marry you.' Lorelei was shaking from pleasure and bliss, her circling motions had gotten much quicker. 'Do you wan't to be my -'

"Lori?" Leni was knocking on the door causing Lorelei to quickly pull her hand out into the open and shuffle the letters of her boyfriend together. She was really pissed. Leni seemed to have no understanding of social cues. I was so close!, Lorelei thought.

She went for the door opening it up stopping her younger gormless sister from knocking on the wood like a woodpecker.

"What?", she asked sharply.

"I saw soldiers coming into the town.", Leni said with a naive smile. "Oh, and why was the door locked?"

Lorelei had a strange mixture of extreme hope and extreme fear.

"How did their uniforms look like?"

"Come on Linda! Where are you?", Linus called into the seemingly empty barn.

"Up here.", his sister called down to him. She was sitting on top of a pile of hey, having left a visible path of yucky wet hay in her ascend to the peak. She was sitting there, leafing through his sticker-collection book and grinning down to him cockily. "What would the Führer think of you?", she asked in a teasing tone.

"He would think- think… that you are anti-social!"

His sister could only laugh at him. "No!", she replied getting up on her feet, the book under her arm. She tried to get a steady foothold on the hey and when she finally did, she continued: "He would think that you are a weakling, one of those Untermenschen!" She gave the roman salute.

"I am not!", Linus shouted, outraged and very angry now. He also gave a salute, not wanting to fall behind his sister. But it just didn't look as impressive as hers. Linda had the high ground.

"Then prove it!", she said. "Climb up all the way up here and push me down!"

Linus had had seriously enough of his sisters taunts and degradation for one day. He would prove it to her.

"I am gonna shove you down faster then you can blink!", the white haired boy said.

"I forgot to mention!", Linda quickly added. "I can also try to throw you down!"

Linus gulped. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He nonetheless proceeded to start climbing the haystack. He tried to avoid the wet patches of hey. Linus was doing fairly good until the foot of his sister, clothed in her muddy shoes almost hit him in the face. She was serious about pushing him down! He should have known. She took everything very serious.

He wouldn't put up with it. He tried to climb around her but Linda just laughed and kicked after him again. Linus responded by pulling her ankle, resulting in them both and a good amount of hey falling onto the hard dirt.

"Oh! Au!", Linus moaned. His sister had landed on him. But something very hard was pressing against his chest. My book! He quickly quickly groped for it and finally ripped it out of the hay. "Ha, I have it back!", she shouted getting up and pulling away the hey that had gotten all over him. He was ready to run back into the house when he suddenly heard loud calls and hooves ver near.

"What is that?", Linda asked curiously, herself trying to get the hay out of her clothing.

"I don't know.", Linus answered.

"Lets go take a look!", Linda answered. Rushing past Linus, grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him out of the barn.

3 September 1944 | Krakow

Linus Laut had been very quite the last few days. They had been marching south to reinforce the troops in Krakow before the Red Army broke through the line at Tarnòw and over the whole march nobody had had the courage to speak with Linus about anything but orders and the most necessary, and it seemed like he didn't really want to speak with anyone either about what had happened. He had the most miserable look on his face and it started to rub off on the company. As if the news of the massacre wasn't horrifying enough, having a man so deeply connected to it didn't lighten the mood anymore. The most terrible thing was his complete lack of emotionality. He marched, slept and ate with them but his eyes were void of anything, none of the soldiers had seen a single tear leave his eyes since he received the news. He was hollow, his spirit was broken.

It was heartbreaking to see him like this, he had always been a goodhearted fatherly comrade through all the battles the company had fought. The day they had received the news some of his closer friends in the company had tried to talk to him, but they could have talked to a stone, his responses were empty phrases and assurances of well-being.

It came to nobodies surprise when two weeks later Linus Laut committed suicide. He had had night guard-duty and said to his comrade who was on guard with him, that he had to take a piss. Ten minutes later the whole company woke up, surprised by the sound of a single shot fired in the night. Linus body was discovered shortly after everybody had calmed down and the situation was clear. His temple was blown to a bloody pulp. He was buried on an unnamed hill in Galicia, a days march from Krakau.

The company would never defend Krakow, giving up the city and evacuating behind the Oder. A few months after the Red Army occupied Krakow, the polish population would try to lynch the remaining jews in the city.

The ultimate fate of the company would end in Prague in May, where they would be tortured to death together with the Estonian Waffen SS volunteers by Czech partisans.

22 October 1944 | Nemmersdorf

Private Hermann Fuchs was puking. His stomach was empty but he still convulsed in absolute and blood boiling disgust. When he got conscripted he had believed what all the other recruits had believed when they left their towns and cities: The communist hordes would be driven back behind the Ural's in a year, Europe wouldn't fall to the asiatic hordes and bolshevik jews. But then it took a year longer, then the winter came, then the retreat. The things Hermann had witnessed disturbed him deeply and his believe in the ultimate victory had waned considerable, but now he knew. He knew there would be no victory, no armistice, not even a surrender. The dam would break, the huns would flood over Europe, there would be no Germany tomorrow, every last old man or boy would be shot and every woman and girl in his home country would live through hell on earth before finally dying the most miserable death imaginable. He was certain of it.

"Gefreiter Müller, Gefreiter Fuchs!", lieutenant Linzer, a older man with a bitter face, called over to him. "Search the tank and report afterwards!"

"Yes, sir.", Hermann managed to cough out, straightening up and walking around his puke back towards the tank that stood on the side of the road in the ditch. It was an older soviet tank, no wonder it broke down. Don't look. Don't look, Hermann tried to tell himself. he looked anyways. He felt like he would start puking again: the tank tracks were smeared red, bone fragments were sticking out between the single tracks. A piece of piece of blue headscarf was fluttering between the pink mess that once had been a human.

"Come, up here!", Private Horst Müller called down to Hermann in shaky voice. Horst had a big wart next to his nose, making him not very attractive and look several times his age, but he was a nice fellow, a brother in arms one could rely on.

Hermann tried to get up on the soviet tank, after failing multiple times because he didn't want to come near the tracks of the machine, he finally made it up. Horst was already inside of the tank, sitting in the commander seat. Hermann planted himself in the seat behind the main cannon. The insides of the iron beast stank.

"There is nothing here. No ammunition, no-", Hermann said.

Hermann was interrupted by heavy sobbing. He turned to Horst and saw his comrade holding his face in his hands and sobbing so hard that he was shaking.

"Horst! Calm down!", Hermann said. But he knew that saying anything wouldn't help. What can words help when faced with such horrors, with such pain and hell? Better just let him cry it out. Don't you start crying too, Hermann thought.

"No! Hey! Horst, no!", Hermann shouted after a brief moment of realisation that Horst had drawn his handgun. He tried to turn around in his seat and take the gun, but the interior of the tank was just to narrow.

Horst didn't listen and proceeded to place the gun with his wobbling hand against his temple.