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AN: I took the last part of previous chapter to start this one of, so if it looks familiar you know why winks
Warning: Some swearing by our boys and an NC-17 scene.
Chapter 13: Germany! Part 2.
April 11th 1945. Thalem, Germany.
Easy company once again found themselves in some bombed out german village they long forgot the name of as the watch the great German efficiency at work. Lighting his cigarette Webster watched as some Germans found their musical instruments and started playing as the others cleared their houses, or at least what was left of it. Luz, said what they were all thinking, "One thing about the germans, they sure clean up good"
Everyone nodded and Webster couldn't agree more, the difference between the French who didn't lift a finger to helps themselves and the germans was formidable indeed. Blowing smoke Liebgott muttered "Yeah, all you need is a little Mozart."
All of a sudden their thought were interrupted by another voice "Beethoven." Not quite following Liebgott asked "Sorry, sir?"
Stepping forward they could see it was Captain Nixon who joined them, "That's not Mozart. That's Beethoven."
Everyone simply took his word for it, no one, including Webster had a great knowledge of classical music. They were all silent for awhile until Nixon decided to drop such a bomb, they would remember this day forever.
"Hitler's dead"
They were all shocked but none more then Liebgott "Holy Shit."
"Shot himself in Berlin." Explained Nixon before anyone could even ask. Then Randleman voiced a question all of them were thinking when they heard Hitler was dead, "Is the war over, sir?"
Nixon shook his head, "No. We have orders to Berchtesgaden. We're gonna move out in an hour."
Webster shook his head in disbelieve "Why? The man's not home." Picking up his rifle as everyone moved out, Webster muttered "Should've killed himself three years ago. Saved us a lot of trouble."
Turning around Webster came face to face with Nixon who had apparently heard his gripe as he said "Yeah, he should've. But he didn't."
In early may Webster, Liebgott and the other men of easy company entered the German Bavarian Alps in the hope to capture the town of Berchtesgaden, near the border with Austria. Driving through the mountains, they passed the third biggest mountain in Germany named Mount Watzmann, at 2713 meters is was quite an impressive sight and blew everyone away.
Their job was not only to capture Berchtesgaden itself but the much talked about Eagle's nest. (1) The eagle's nest or better known to the germans as 'The Kehlsteinhaus' or 'Hitler's Tea House' is a chalet-style building built as a 50th birthday present for Adolf Hitler. The Eagle's Nest was meant to be a retreat for Hitler and a place for him to entertain visiting dignitaries (which he almost never did here). It was commissioned by Martin Bormann, Hitler's favourite architect and one of his closest friends. The only problem was Hitler was afraid of heights and rarely visited the place.
It was easy company's job to take the place before the French, the English and even their own troops. Spirits were high.
The only problem was the remaining germans build a guerrilla resistance against the allied advance and the first thing they did was block the roads to all major or important cities in Germany.
This is how easy company got stuck on a road in front of huge road block waiting for the engineers to come. Weather had improved ever since they entered Germany and the sun was shining brightly warming all the troops. Getting leg cramps in the truck Webster quickly disembarked, plopped himself down on the road, took out his journal scribbling down the incredible view he had on one of Germany's largest mountains. He could hear the others chuckle when they saw him but he didn't care and he continued soaking up the sun. Feeling eyes, he noticed Liebgott was watching him closely while he smoked a cigarette. Shaking his head, he grinned before closing his book and his eyes enjoying the sun.
After a while he felt someone sit down next to him and he didn't have to wonder as to who it might be. A loud blast interrupted the peacefulness of the mountains and Webster opened his eyes to see a large smoke cloud coming from the roadblock. It didn't make much difference.
Webster could see Colonel Sink talking to Major Winters before leaving again.
A warm hand helped him up as the order came to move out again and smiled warmly at Liebgott in thanks. Liebgott merely nodded before heading to the truck, throwing the last of his cigarette on the ground.
Webster shook his head, Liebgott sure had changed ever since they left Landsberg. He wasn't so hard or cold anymore, he was more free somehow. He was by no means a softy on the contrary but he and Webster almost never fought over trivial things anymore. It's like he realised how short life can be, how fragile they really were. So, he kept a close eye on his friends, especially Webster who was more dear to him then anything.
Webster wasn't complaining but sometimes he wondered whether the Jewish boy from Frisco was truly alright. They never did talk about Landsberg, no one even mentioned it, it's like it never happened and sometimes it worried him.
The truck turned back and took another road, who was already cleared by the engineers and made their way into the SS-town named Berchtesgaden. Entering the town, it was quiet, too quiet in Webster's eyes. There was nobody there, it's like they knew they were coming and got the hell out of there. Hell, who wouldn't, this was one town you couldn't deny being a true Nazi, 'cause you had to be one to live here.
As soon as the trucks stopped everyone jumped out and jobs were assigned. Third platoon had to secure the town with Dog company, second platoon was in charge of housing with fox company while first platoon had to run up the mountain and capture Hitler's famous eagle's nest. Because of that they had to thank Captain Sobel for making them run up Currahee all those years ago and making it easy for them to capture Hitler's Eagle's Nest.
Entering this huge chalet they were assigned, Webster looked around with big eyes taking it all in. He had never such luxury before in his life and it was breathtaking. Immediately everyone started looting, filling their pockets with everything and anything that wasn't nailed down and Webster was no different.
Hearing the whooping and cheering of the others, Webster decided to leave the looting for what it was and decided to find himself a room before all the best ones were taken. Climbing the big wooden stairs he looked around before heading right and down the nearest hallway. Passing the others carrying jewels, watches and candlesticks he rolled his eyes wondering how the hell they were all gonna carry that stuff through the rest of the war when one of them said.
" Don't waste your time. Nothing that way but some stuffy old books…"
Interest peeked Webster headed that way anyway. When he reached the what he thought was the library he was quite surprised to read it was actually a big suite instead. Of course the others didn't read german and simply dismissed the room as not worthwhile and left. Pushing the big wooden doors, Webster was blown away by the size of the suite.
Beside the small library, there were comfy chairs and a big leather couch next to a table and some lamps. A little further inside, next to the big window there was a big oak table with six chairs, finely decorated with flowers. Turning left he was shocked to find a fully equipped kitchen holding everything they would need. Shaking his head, he turned back, crossing the room. Again he met large wooden doors, who were a little harder to open this time as he had to push with his shoulders to open them. Gasping he entered the bedroom to see a large four-poster bed fit for a king and a big couch. Not believing his eyes he noticed another door and headed towards it. Opening the door, his eyes met the most beautiful bathroom he ever saw. Everything was a lovely blue marble including the huge bath and sink. The bathroom alone could hold six of them comfortably, shaking his head in disbelieve he quickly turned back around.
That's when he noticed the huge windows overlooking the mountains, opening them he stepped on the balcony taking deep breaths of fresh air.
Feeling this was all too much after everything they've seen or been through it somehow didn't feel right. Stepping back inside he turned to leave again in search of a smaller room. But the lure of the bed became too much as he thought to himself
'I'll just lie down for a few seconds…' placing his gun nearby and lying down with a big sigh. All the pain, aches and twinges he was feeling left his body as he relaxed. And before he knew it he had fallen asleep.
Liebgott in the meantime had to help Major Winters translate while he interrogated the staff remaining in the Berchtesgaden hotel as to why they were still here. Nothing important was learned and he was dismissed. Walking down the street he noticed all platoons were assigned to their houses and walked towards his. Whistling in appreciation Liebgott entered second platoon's chalet, passing Malarkey holding an empty bottle of champagne he got in the eagle's nest.
Seeing Janovec talking to Skinny, he quickly headed that way.
"Anyone seen 'Harvard'?"
Skinny shook his head, shrugging while Janovec pointed upstairs, "Last I saw he headed right, haven't seen him since. I figured he found himself a room…."
Liebgott nodded, shifting his gun on his shoulder before going upstairs. Turning right he knocked on every door either getting no answer or nobody had seen him. Getting frustrated he entered the next room without knocking scaring Garcia and O'Keefe who were playing poker.
"Jeez, never heard of knocking?" muttered Garcia putting down his gun, "Thought you were a german. I could have shot you."
"No change…" muttered Liebgott, "… seen Webster anywhere?"
Garcia shook his head, nodding to O'Keefe, "You?"
"He was heading down the hall, towards the library I believe…"
Already out the door, Liebgott muttered a quick "Thanks…" as he disappeared from view. Yelling "You're welcome…" O'Keefe turned back to Garcia, placing his cards on the table, "Full House…."
Throwing his hands in the air in frustration Garcia yelled "Not again, affanculo" (2) making O'Keefe grin as he took all the money.
Meanwhile Liebgott had found the so called library as he looked between the silver tag saying 'Suite' and the books he shrugged thinking this must be the place. It took him awhile locating Webster but when he recognized the familiar figure in the bed he smiled to himself. Putting down his own gun and shrugging down his jacket and boots, he closed all the doors and windows before lying down next to Webster on the bed.
//I don't quite know Those three words
How to say
How I feel
Are said too much
They're not enough.// (3)
Watching the other man sleep, Liebgott was overcome with feeling of peace he always had when he was alone with Webster. The man had such a hold over him it scared him sometimes. A month ago he thought he had lost the man forever because of his actions and yet he was still here. He knew Webster had a problem with his plans of the future, the fact there was no place for him anywhere. Liebgott didn't let on but it pained him as well. He knew that if and when they got back home, he had to cut Webster from his life entirely no matter how much it pained him to do so. But he knew, as well as Webster, there was no place for them out in the real world. No matter how much they loved each other. And he did love Webster, even though he never said it out loud, he hoped Webster felt it through his actions, through their times together. However short they might be.
Liebgott's thoughts were interrupted when Webster sighed and turned toward him, seeking warmth. Smiling he reached out and traced his finger down Webster's face, memorizing, every freckle, every imperfection, his long lashes hiding clear blue eyes to his full rosy lips. Sliding closer, Liebgott gave Webster a quick fleeting kiss, inhaling the other man's scent he sighed his chest expanding with the love for his man.
Laying a hand on Webster's cheek, Liebgott kissed him again, a little longer this time. He kept repeating this action until the other man slowly woke up kissing him back.
Sighing as he recognized the warmth of the other man "Joe…." and smiled as he reached out, grabbing a fistful of Liebgott's t-shirt dragging him closer.
Warning: Nc-17 scene coming up.
Hands in each others hair, they kissed until the both of them were breathless. Parting, they looked into each others eyes, noses touching as they gasped for breath. Caressing Liebgott's face Webster was surprised to find the other man so close. He wanted to ask what came over him but swallowed his words as he looked into Liebgott's eyes. He had never seen such love shining back at him and it almost suffocated him. Liebgott opened his mouth to say something but before he had the chance, Webster put a finger on his lips silencing him.
"Shhhh, you don't have to say anything…."
Liebgott sighed in relief, grateful Webster knew what he was feeling as he kissed the other man's forehead, nose, eyes before kissing him slowly and sweetly on the mouth.
Shifting, Liebgott began undoing all of Webster's buttons before making him shrug of his jacket. The boots and pants quickly followed suit. Caressing Liebgott's back Webster quickly removed his t-shirt as Liebgott removed his own pants and shirt. Soon night had fallen as both of them found themselves wearing nothing but their skin.
Surging forward, Liebgott captured Webster's lips in a kiss filled with all the love and passion he was feeling. Webster sighed happily into the kiss and placed his hands on Liebgott's torso, marvelling at the soft skin under his palms. He needed more, and moved his hands up and down Liebgott's chest as he man in question moved down to his neck, nibbling and kissing. Webster felt goose bumps arise on Liebgott's back and arms as he traced up and down with his fingers. Taking Liebgott's head in his hands he surged up to kiss him, warming the other man with the warmth and desire in his body.
When they parted Liebgott nibbled on a shoulder, hands on a slender waist, and worked down until his mouth closed on a firm, dark nipple, earning a jump and a shout. Grinning as Webster trembled and gasped he gave a slight bite before blowing slightly making the other man shudder.
Grabbing Liebgott until he lay on top of him Webster explored Liebgott's mouth with a tender thoroughness; Liebgott surrendered to Webster's sudden need and let him take what he wanted, answering with his tongue, teeth and lips.
Liebgott let his hand slide down, caressing Webster's hip, then around to his stomach, softly caressing. Webster in the mean time softly trailed kissed up and down Liebgott's shoulder and anywhere he could reach.
Moving back up for a kiss Liebgott noticed tears in Webster's eyes and quickly kissed them away as they rolled down the other man's cheeks.
As he kissed salty lips Liebgott cupped Webster's chin in his hand before leaning down and kissed him again and again until they were both breathless. When they parted Webster smiled widely at Liebgott before kissing him hard and full of lust. Then Liebgott moved completely on top of Webster, and they rubbed together, prompting them both to push their hips so close that neither wanted to move away.
In the meantime Liebgott's hand moved down Webster's chest, down his stomach and hips until he found what he was looking for. Knowing what Liebgott wanted Webster spread his legs so Liebgott could settle there and kissed his lips in reassurance, letting him know he was ok with it. Webster heard Liebgott spit before two fingers slowly entered him. Webster felt Liebgott watch him for any reaction as slowly inserted another finger. Webster simply sighed and Liebgott moved his hand to thrust gently, feeling muscles clamp around him, then start to relax. Webster closed his eyes grunting softly. Deeming Webster ready Liebgott removed his fingers and spat again coating himself as good as possible before he settled himself over Webster again, kissing him, then spreading his legs wide and lifting his hips he looked into Webster eyes.
Nodding to Liebgott to go ahead Webster closed his eyes as the other man slowly slid in. When he was fully seethed Liebgott covered Webster's mouth with his own, and held still until Webster began to rock around him. Only then did Liebgott feel free to move, thrusting gently. Webster lifted himself and wrapped his legs around Liebgott's waist, pulling him deeper inside, and surrendered. Webster met Liebgott's thrusts with his own and looked deep into the other man's eyes. Liebgott shook with the power of what he saw in Webster's gaze and was once again humbled by this love, then empowered by it.
Grabbing Webster's waist Liebgott moved faster and faster as Webster's groans and gasps filled the air. Webster answered, his eyes closed, sweat forming on his lip; his mouth opened in wordless supplication. Liebgott kissed him, hard, demanding a response, Webster happily gave it, hips moving with Liebgott's as he other man stroked him in sink with his trusts.
Liebgott began to feel his release, starting in his belly and flaring down, like fire and ice; he kissed Webster with trembling lips and stroked hard into him.
Two more trusts and Webster came hard, quickly followed by Liebgott. They held on for a few moments, neither daring to move, waiting for their hearts to calm, eyes locked onto each other. When there breathing had calmed down enough, Liebgott slipped out of Webster giving him a final kiss before rolling down the side. Grabbing Webster's shoulders, Liebgott rolled the other man until Webster's head was situated on his chest.
No words were said as they sighed in contentment. Liebgott softly stroked Webster's back and arms until his breathing slowed down and the man fell asleep. Liebgott enjoyed probably one of the last peaceful moments they had together until he followed Webster into the land of dreams.
//All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, They're all I can see.// (3)
End scene
The next day Webster woke first as sighed, stretching his limbs before rolling of the bed. Casting a glance at the still sleeping Liebgott he entered the bathroom, relieved and washed himself before dressing.
Going to the bathroom he rummaged the cupboard finding something that looked like crackers and jam and ate some. Munching with relish on the crackers Webster made his way back to the bedroom, opened the big windows and stood on the balcony enjoying the view.
After some time, he heard movement behind and jumped a little when a very naked Liebgott pressed himself to his back. A warm hand made his way over a shoulder and hugged him close.
"Morning…." sighed Liebgott, nose in Webster's hair.
Webster merely nodded enjoying the other man's closeness "Mmmm, morning…." Liebgott's closeness, his scent was enough to make Webster's blood boil again as he slowly turned around and kissed Liebgott. Liebgott caught of guard stumbled a few steps before taking control again and grabbing Webster close until they were touching from head to toe. But before things could go further a knock came followed by familiar voices and whistles.
"They must be here, they were last seen heading in this direction."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I believe ya O'Flannery."
"I told you it's O'Keefe."
"Riiiiight."
"Will you both shut up and help me carry this in."
Webster recognized the voices of O'Keefe, Garcia and Luz as they entered their suite. Quickly parting, Liebgott practically ran towards the bathroom while Webster threw down the bed and put a blanket and pillow on the couch they had in their bedroom as well. Messing up his hair, he made it look like he just woke and opened the bedroom door.
"What in the blazes is going on here?" mumbled Webster rubbing his eyes,
"Nice digs you got here Web." Whistled Luz looking around, moving towards the bedroom
"Thanks, you guys want something?"
"Where's Liebgott? I was told he was here." Asked Luz eyeing their bed, Webster swallowed hard before pointing towards the bathroom where water could be heard running. Luz merely nodded and pointed towards the bed and couch,
"What's with the couch Web? Bed not big enough for ya?" Luz grinned knowingly, trying to look he wasn't fazed Webster merely shrugged,
"We alternate between the bed and couch. So can both enjoy the big bed without always having someone crowding our personal space."
Luz merely nodded moving, passing Garcia and O'Keefe, towards the kitchen. This is when Webster noticed both men were carrying a large wooden packing case (4)
"What's that?"
Grinning the three men motioned for him to come closer as they opened the case. Webster eyes widened, for it was filled with bottles.
"What the hell?"
"Champagne." O'Keefe explained and he closed the lid again. Webster was shocked, "Where?"
"Goering's house."
"What?!"
"Yeah, O'Keefe and Garcia had to watch the place when Major Winters found it. Had to stand guard all night" said Luz while the other two nodded;
"He came with Captain Nixon this morning. All company's can take a truck load. But it's been utter chaos since news got around. All troops want to get their hands on all sorts of booze for the celebration"
Looking confused Webster asked "What celebration?"
All three men grinned before saying "VE –day." Webster looked even more confused then before and they laughed. "Victory in Europe! The German army just surrendered. The war is over my friend."
Standing with his mouth open the couldn't quite believe it, then he started smiling like no tomorrow, "Seriously?"
"Yeah Web, no kiddin'…" laughed Luz and both men hugged. When they parted Webster shocked them all by saying "Well, what are we waiting for? We have to get more booze. We have to celebrate"
Taking his gun, putting on his boots, Webster was already half-way out the door followed by the other three when Liebgott made an appearance. "What's all the hoo-ha about?"
Turning back in as the others continued on Webster yelled "Watch that case, don't let it out of your sight. We'll be back with more…" and disappeared again.
Shaking his head Liebgott muttered "What?" before walking strait into said case. Bending down, he opened it to find several bottles of champagne "What the…."
All of a sudden Webster ran back in, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. "War is over Joe. The war is over'" grinned and a left a rarely speechless Liebgott behind.
Jumping into the jeep Luz got for himself they quickly drove towards Goering's house, passing other troops doing the exact same thing. The whole ride Webster hang on for dear life, thinking he was about to die with Luz behind the wheel yelling "Out of the way, you sonsabitches!" and "Goddamn Nazi's" as he pressed on the horn, blaring his way through Berchtesgaden at fifty miles an hour.
When they arrived the courtyard in front of the house was packed with all kinds of vehicles and all kinds of troops, going in and out of the house carrying case after case of booze. Stopping the jeep as close as he could Luz, Webster and O'Keefe headed toward the house while Garcia watched the jeep.
Webster shook hands with several French, drunken soldiers who were yelling 'La guerre est finie! La guerre est finie!!"(5) before taking their guns and firing in the air, the sound echoing through the alps for all to hear.
Quickly making their way inside, stepping over crushed glass and wading through pools of wine, champagne and all kinds of booze, the three of them made their way in the cellar. Looking around, reading the labels Webster was quite disappointed to see the cheapest and therefore foulest wine in the cellar. He would have thought Goering would have had better taste then that.
Looking around Webster turned to O'Keefe, "Where's the hard liquor? There's nothing but wine here!"
O'Keefe merely shrugged, "There isn't any. At least, not that we could find."
"Come one, imagine one of the most powerful men I the third Reich, drinking this cheap stuff. If it was me I would fill it with cognac, calvados, Johnny walker, vat 69 and whatnot…." Muttered Webster disappointed.
"Quit your complaining and help me will ya…" yelled Luz, dragging a big crate towards them. Moving forward the three of them quickly filled the case with more champagne. O'Keefe made a grab at the wine, but Luz interrupted "No, leave that stuff, it doesn't taste as good. Stick with the champagne."
When the case was full they made their way back to the jeep before any more troops arrived. It took them awhile for them to reach an anxious Garcia.
"Finally man. I thought you guys drowned down there."
"Not quite…" huffed Webster straitening his back, "…but I think we earned a drink don't you think?"
Soon the air filled with "Damn straight!" and "Hell yeah!" and they popped open a bottle of champagne and passed it around.
Driving home Webster was already feeling a little tipsy as he and the others began singing
//We pull upon the risers, we fall upon the grass,
we never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass,
Aye, aye, Christ almighty, who the hell our we,
zim-zam, goddamn, we're airborne infantry,//
Before starting to giggle like a bunch of schoolgirls as they remembered Sobel's face as they sang that song for the first time. Lurching to a stop they immediately attracted the attention of their fellow troopers as they tried to carry the big case up to Webster and Liebgott's suite. Entering the room, they were immediately confronted by an angry Liebgott,
"Where the hell have you been? You can't just expect to sit here without any idea what the fucks going on!"
Laughing slightly, Webster threw an arm over Liebgott's shoulder, watching the others carry the case in. "Didn't I tell you? The war is over, the german army surrendered. We're free Joe, we're free…."
Liebgott watched Webster move away motioning for the others in their platoon to come in as Luz and the others passed several bottles of champagne around. Somehow knowing the war was over didn't make Liebgott feel as happy as he thought he would be and when Webster smiled in his direction he knew why. Their time was coming to an end.
Taking the first bottle he could find, he quickly took a long gulp before taking another and another until he felt a certain numbness kick in.
As the day turned into night, you could find most of easy company drunk as a skunk in Liebgott's and Webster room. You hear them yelling throughout the village: "Where'sh Hiller? Where'sh Hiller? Of you ever shee Hiller, give the shunofabish our regardsh."
"Have another glash."
"Here goddamnit, lemme pop tat cork!"
"Ish'n thish wunnerful? Shugalug!"
"Fill 'er up. It'ish all on Hiller" (6)
Liebgott wasn't nearly as drunk as he pretended to be as he watched everyone drink or simply pass out after awhile. He also noticed Webster stopped drinking and was beginning to turn a bit pale in his eyes. And when all of sudden Webster stood up and made his way outside he quickly followed.
Standing in the door, he didn't even notice it started raining until now. Wrapping his jacket around him he headed out in the direction he saw Webster go. It took him longer then expected to find the other man but when he did he found him standing in a nearby field staring at the sky, hair matted to his face. He stood their watching for awhile wondering what the other man was thinking.
After awhile Webster slowly lowered his head and turned toward Liebgott like he knew he was there and that's when Liebgott noticed Webster wasn't as happy like he pretended to be a little while ago. As one they moved forward and hugged each other close. Webster grabbed at Liebgott, his hands fisting in the other man's jacket. They could barely breath but neither of them cared and when Webster started sobbing, Liebgott said nothing. Both knew what the end of the war meant for them and standing there in the rain clutching each other didn't change a think. Expect to let the other know how they really felt, war or no war.
The next week, when retreat was called, the whole company fell out in their underwear, hung over as hell. (7) Trying to stand at attention as best as they could without falling over they listened to the announcement Captain Speirs was making.
"Listen up. We're heading back out…" groans filled the air, "….pack up your stuff and be ready to move out first thing in the morning."
Webster couldn't believe his ears, moving out 'again', he thought the war was over. Feeling a jab in his side he quickly snapped to attention, hearing Speirs yell "…and if I ever catch you falling in, out of uniform there's going to be hell to pay. Understood?"
The whole company nodded, muttering, shifting from foot to foot.
"What's that? I didn't quite catch that easy company?"
Quickly snapping to attention they yelled; "Understood, sir!'
"That's what I thought. COMPANY DISMISSED!" Yelled Speirs, making Webster cringe, massaging his temple trying to relieve his headache. Webster turned back around as he heard Speirs mutter something else "Oh and Moore report to my CP."
Catching Moore's eyes, Webster winked knowing perfectly well why. Moore grinned and nodded in thanks. Webster smiled back, laughing to himself. See, about a week before Moore had approached him and asked his help. He had 'acquired' an album filled with pictures of Hitler and asked him to hide it for the time being. He had this 'feeling' Speirs was after it and he didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction because quite frankly the guy had taken enough already. At one point he even had a Mercedes but when Colonel Strayer tried to commandeer the car, Speirs simply look an M-1 with armour-piercing bullets and opened fire on the car in question. Then started the motor, drove up the road to a cliff, slid out the drivers seat just before the car plunged into the abyss. (8) Ever since that day he's been looking for other souvenirs. Souvenirs Strayer couldn't commandeer. Speirs even ransacked Moore's room and belongings trying to locate the album, that's why Webster had it for the time being. After awhile Moore began to fear for his safety and approached Winters who promptly made him his driver to keep him out of harm's way. (9)
Next day, they climbed aboard their familiar trucks and headed out to Zell Am See, Austria. The 327th glider and infantry unit took over their position in Berchtesgaden as they moved out. (10)
(1) I took the info on Hitler's Eagle's Nest here: h t t p //en. This means 'fuck it all' in Italian. Seeing as Garcia is of Italian decent I thought it would be normal for him to curse in Italian.
(3) This is taken from the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
(4) This actually happened. I just made some tweaks to fit the story.
(5) It's French for 'The War Is Over. The War is over!'
(6) I'm not too good at drunken speech so I took this part from Webster's book.
(7) I based this upon something the real 'McClung' & 'Shifty' said in the documentary about the real easy company.
(8) This really happened.
(9) Also true.
(10) Also happened.
AN: I'm not too happy about the whole rain-scene & the ending. It sounded so much better in my head.
To be continued in Chapter 14: Austria