May 9th, 1945 - Two days after the Surrender of the Greater German Reich at an undisclosed location.

Five men sat around a round table, in a dark dimly lit concrete room far beneath the earth. A faded red flag bearing the black swastika of the German Reich hung, crooked from a wall along with a dusty and cracked portrait of Adolf Hitler, the glass fractured to mar his face in a permanent scowl, positioned so that his eyes always bore into the back of the men's skulls as if judging them from the grave for deeds poorly performed.

'Weißenburg, will you take that damned thing down already? I can't stand it.' Mutters one of the men, his collar insignia designating him as an Obersturmbannführer, and the runes adorning his sleeve and collar as a member of the Ahnenerbe, the occult branch of the Schutzstaffel.

'Really, Peter he's hardly been a few weeks dead and you already wish to see his face removed from your presence? I would've thought you'd be more respectful towards our Führers memory, god rest his soul,' Says another of the men, his collar insignia indicating his status as an Oberführer from the Waffen Schutzstaffel and the small Totenkopf on the other side of the collar further designating him as a member of the 3rd SS panzer division and an ex-member of the infamous Totenkopfverbände

Another man stands, sharp blue eyes glaring at his two bickering colleagues, 'Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please, if we are really to attempt this we will need absolute unity - complete cohesion between all of us if we are to have a chance at success.'

The Obersturmbannführer and Oberführer halt their bickering and direct their attention towards the new speaker, before both breaking out into grins. 'Come off it, Jaeger. As if we'd care if the old man is in the ground, we all know our goals stretch farther than he ever comprehended.' The Oberführer says.

'Indeed, how many times did he reject the proposal for this project, how many times were funds cut from us and directed towards "more important" things such as tanks that would never function.' The Obersturmbannführer states, a frown adorning his face for a few seconds before changing into a rabid grin,

'But now, now… Oh, now we will have our moment, and just soon enough as well. The Allies and the Bolsheviks think they've achieved victory over the Aryan people, but we will show them…' He says, before tapering off into incomprehensible mutterings, occasionally twitching erratically.

After a few seconds the fourth man at the table speaks up, looking skeptically at the muttering Obersturmbannführer, 'And you're absolutely sure this will work, Peter? We've invested a lot of trust into this little… project of yours. Working under the Führers nose, and now dodging American and British patrols every other day has unnerved a lot of the men. If results aren't achieved soon we may be seeing desertions, our Honor is our Loyalty, but the ones whom our loyalty lay have perished and many men wish to return to their families.'

Peter looks up at him and just grins, a feral maddened look in his eye, 'Am I sure it will work, Levi? Of course… of course, I've made the proper calculations, the proper sacrifices. Do you really believe he would not answer and come to the aid of his most devoted? In fact….' He pauses and looks at his wrist for a few moments as if checking a watch that wasn't there. 'Preparations have been completed, anytime now we will know.'

'Know what for christ's sake?!' the fifth man, a Standartenführer as indicated by his collar insignia.

'Peter, I have tolerated this foolishness for quite some time, but my patience is starting to run thin. I could've been halfway to South America by now regrouping with the rest of my command staff, but instead here I sit listening to your unhinged babble. Well I've tired of it! For three months we've sat here, protected at first by your lies to the Führer and Reichsführer and now protected by nothing more than thick concrete and prayers that the Americans won't wander into us!' the man shouts, face flushed with anger and frustration.

'You are going nowhere, Werner. If I need to I will shoot you myself, and do you really believe after all you've done you would be safe anywhere you ran, Kommandant.' Says the second man, Weißenburg. His face halfway between a grin and a sneer as he stands to his feet and glares down at the shorter Officer.

Werner opens his mouth as if about to say something, but then seems to think better of it and slumps back into his chair, a mumbled 'Understood, Sir.' coming from him, followed by silence and an angry glare.

The third man, Jaeger stands up to his feet holding his arms out and saying, 'Gentlemen, I understand we all have our reservations, but I have served with Peter for a very, very long time, he may have… unusual methods, but he acquires results. If he says his project will give us a chance, then I believe him. Now, we have all served with each other for a time, either through necessity and choice, and beyond that we are all members of the Schutzstaffel, I expect you to act the part. We are not babbling Bolsheviks screeching at each other at the smallest slight, now why doesn't everyone return to their seats and relax,'

Begrudgingly the rest of the men return to their seats, some glaring at others and some simply staring into space. Slowly, a tune is taken up though no one being quite sure who was the one who started it,

'We marched in the enemies land and sung the Devils song

'Our riflemen stood on Volga's shore and quietly hummed along,

'We lifted our song skyward so that the whole world may have heard

'Our brave men fought for their homeland and cared not whether they were praised or cursed

A few seconds of pause as the men stare across at each other, the modified lyrics having been created days beforehand by a Junior Officer in the Waffen-SS. After a few more seconds they resume, voices growing louder and more firm.

'For we are the ones who went forward, and the devil laughed with us

'Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

'SS fought for Germany,

'SS fought for Hitler,

'We gave the Reds no rest,

'We fought with pride, wherever we went

'Be it north, south, east or west

'Prepared we thought we were, to fight any foe

'We always gave our best

'Our soldiers know nothing of Anguish, for our homeland we stood on our feet

'No matter how often we languished, the SS were supposed to never retreat

'For we are the ones who went forward, and devil laughed with us

'Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

'SS fought for Germany,

'SS fought for Hitler,

'We gave the Reds no rest,

As the final few words to the song faded, the men returned to their staring before after several seconds a loud rumbling tore them from their quiet observation of one another, Peter stood to his feet a mad grin on his face as he shouts 'He has enacted his will, we were deemed worthy!' as his colleagues shout in fright and rise to their feet in a startled frenzy.

And then everything went black.

After seeing several stories that glorify the Wehrmacht and SS I've decided to write one that shows what they actually were. Horrible pieces of human shit that deserve to burn in the deepest and darkest pit of hell. There will be no punches pulled here, there will be no continuation of the 'Nice Nazi' trope.

If you're a Wehraboo, you probably won't like this, but feel free to read and get offended anways, because the Wehrmacht did commit warcrimes and were just as big of pieces of shit as the rest of them.