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Malcolm watched the rain bounce off the windowsill, he could hear the air raid going on far away, hear the high pitched whistle then the kaboom! As the bomb fell.
Everybody was quiet, Drew was at the door checking for guards.
"All clear" he said coming back in.
The room was cleared in seconds. Malcolm helped them move the beds to clear a space in the centre, fold up tables were set out and boxes were brought forward for seats.
Malcolm knew what would happen next, they would talk about anything and everything. He wouldn't be able to chip in his two cents but the person whose body he was in would. It was incredibly frustrating to say the least, he'd been stuck here for a week now and chance of Enterprise finding him were slim. The idea of never being able to move for himself or speak his mind didn't appeal in the slightest.
He completely tuned out the conversation, not bothering to listen because Andrew Redding would speak for him anyway.
Maybe an hour later someone said something and the others started laughing, then they all fell quiet.
"Hitler, he's only got one ball" someone sang quietly.
"The other's in the Albert hall" the others, including Malcolm joined in grinning.
"His mother, the dirty bugger!
Cut it off, when he was small!
HITLER! HE'S ONLY GOT ONE BALL!
THE OTHER'S IN THE ALBERT HALL!
HIS MOTHER, THE DIRTY BUGGER!
CUT IT OFF, WHEN HE WAS SMALL!"
The room was alive with the sound of out of tune singing. Inwardly Malcolm laughed.
*I suppose hope is all they have left*he mused listening to them sing.
Over the past seven days, he'd gotten to know each one, some had been a P.O.W for months, others only a few days. They were all hell bent on escaping, it plagued their thoughts and hope spread like wildfire amongst them every time someone got out.
For his part Malcolm or rather Andy stayed in the background, didn't reveal much about himself or do anything to draw attention to himself. Malcolm was beginning to like Andy, although he felt sorry for him being the only RAF man in the camp. Singled out from the start.
Malcolm hated the spontaneous ness of his situation, not being able to control a single thing and never knowing what he would do next.
In a brief moment that first night sat around the table with the lads he wondered if anyone would miss him-at all, even a tiny bit. But he dismissed the thought immediately.
During the nights he would curl up in his bunk and listen to the sounds of the others breathing and whispering quietly in their sleep. Now he knew where he was, he was afraid he wouldn't survive long enough to be saved-if they were trying to save him at all.
He was in the middle of the second world war-1940 to be exact, seeing the old weapons in books and reading through countless history books couldn't compare to what he was witnessing. History in the making.
The others were digging a tunnel beneath the camp. A dangerous escape choice, Malcolm privately thought, but they'd started it months and months before he got their and were 2 feet away from the camp outskirts.
Some of the lads were making travel passes in anticipation for their imminent escape. Jim was giving them instructions on a daily basis of what not to do:
Don't fall asleep in a public place in case you talk English in your sleep
Avoid talking to others, concentrate on your goal.
Remember-don't wear you cap on Sundays.
The goons'll change the pass colours 48 hours after you escape, it won't be valid after that time and you'll be n your own.
Make for free France, once you're there make your way to allied headquarters.
And so on, and so on.
Drew had been stealing the clothes from the guards laundry bags just before the truck left, there was now a complete outfit for each man.
All that was left now was for the tunnel to be completed.
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Hoshi re-read the translation, it'd been just over six hours since the accident and she couldn't help feeling that something was missing.
'To the soldiers of the present,
Remember the soldiers of the past, books can't describe what they went through and how they survived, but I can show you.
Place your hand on the circle and watch your history played before your eyes.
The soldiers of the past will be remembered.' She read. Then all that followed was a list of names and the very bottom she read 'Flight Lieutenant Andrew Malcolm Redding'
In about half an hour she was returning to the planet, for a second look at the stone tablet. First, she was going to pay a visit to Trip and Malcolm in sickbay.
When sickbay doors opened, Hoshi nearly turned back but she forced herself to go in.
"How are they Doctor?" she asked quietly not quite bringing herself to look at them directly.
"Not very well I'm afraid." Doctor Phlox replied gravely "Their vital signs are growing weaker by the hour. If I cannot find a way to sever the link with that stone tablet, they will die."
His words were left hanging in the air. Hoshi stared past him to the still figures on the biobed now complete with breathing apparatus.
*I know I'm missing something! But what?*she thought desperately. *It's right under my nose, if only I could think of what it is.*
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Trip took a deep breath of fresh air. He'd been released from the infirmary with a clean bill of health and had been immediately put back on duty. In his crisp starched grey uniform he felt strange. He watched the men within the camp from the gun tower. One especially, scruffy blonde haired man in a dirty blue uniform always caught his attention. In an odd way he reminded him of Malcolm. But whoever he was he knew he didn't like the man one bit, neither did the other guards always picking on him for the slightest thing and giving Trip sympathetic looks.
He knew that must've been the man who shot him but in an odd way he pitied the man. The odd one out from everyone.
He always wondered why one of the barracks always had men coming and going giving the guards shifty looks as they came out. That particular barracks had been searched on many an occasion but they had found nothing. Trip honestly didn't expect them too.
He knew he was in the body of a Nazi, and it galled him to know that he was in the body of America's enemy during the war. He felt like he was betraying his heritage and betraying his ancestors.
However he began to realise that the other Nazi soldiers were just doing their job, defending their country like the British and the Americans had been defending theirs. It was so much easier to lay the blame on the opposing side until you actually became the opposing side. Conflicted emotions were running through his mind. Frustration and anger being at the top of his list, he felt helpless not being able to control his movements or voice and Trip Tucker did not like feeling helpless.
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Malcolm watched the rain bounce off the windowsill, he could hear the air raid going on far away, hear the high pitched whistle then the kaboom! As the bomb fell.
Everybody was quiet, Drew was at the door checking for guards.
"All clear" he said coming back in.
The room was cleared in seconds. Malcolm helped them move the beds to clear a space in the centre, fold up tables were set out and boxes were brought forward for seats.
Malcolm knew what would happen next, they would talk about anything and everything. He wouldn't be able to chip in his two cents but the person whose body he was in would. It was incredibly frustrating to say the least, he'd been stuck here for a week now and chance of Enterprise finding him were slim. The idea of never being able to move for himself or speak his mind didn't appeal in the slightest.
He completely tuned out the conversation, not bothering to listen because Andrew Redding would speak for him anyway.
Maybe an hour later someone said something and the others started laughing, then they all fell quiet.
"Hitler, he's only got one ball" someone sang quietly.
"The other's in the Albert hall" the others, including Malcolm joined in grinning.
"His mother, the dirty bugger!
Cut it off, when he was small!
HITLER! HE'S ONLY GOT ONE BALL!
THE OTHER'S IN THE ALBERT HALL!
HIS MOTHER, THE DIRTY BUGGER!
CUT IT OFF, WHEN HE WAS SMALL!"
The room was alive with the sound of out of tune singing. Inwardly Malcolm laughed.
*I suppose hope is all they have left*he mused listening to them sing.
Over the past seven days, he'd gotten to know each one, some had been a P.O.W for months, others only a few days. They were all hell bent on escaping, it plagued their thoughts and hope spread like wildfire amongst them every time someone got out.
For his part Malcolm or rather Andy stayed in the background, didn't reveal much about himself or do anything to draw attention to himself. Malcolm was beginning to like Andy, although he felt sorry for him being the only RAF man in the camp. Singled out from the start.
Malcolm hated the spontaneous ness of his situation, not being able to control a single thing and never knowing what he would do next.
In a brief moment that first night sat around the table with the lads he wondered if anyone would miss him-at all, even a tiny bit. But he dismissed the thought immediately.
During the nights he would curl up in his bunk and listen to the sounds of the others breathing and whispering quietly in their sleep. Now he knew where he was, he was afraid he wouldn't survive long enough to be saved-if they were trying to save him at all.
He was in the middle of the second world war-1940 to be exact, seeing the old weapons in books and reading through countless history books couldn't compare to what he was witnessing. History in the making.
The others were digging a tunnel beneath the camp. A dangerous escape choice, Malcolm privately thought, but they'd started it months and months before he got their and were 2 feet away from the camp outskirts.
Some of the lads were making travel passes in anticipation for their imminent escape. Jim was giving them instructions on a daily basis of what not to do:
Don't fall asleep in a public place in case you talk English in your sleep
Avoid talking to others, concentrate on your goal.
Remember-don't wear you cap on Sundays.
The goons'll change the pass colours 48 hours after you escape, it won't be valid after that time and you'll be n your own.
Make for free France, once you're there make your way to allied headquarters.
And so on, and so on.
Drew had been stealing the clothes from the guards laundry bags just before the truck left, there was now a complete outfit for each man.
All that was left now was for the tunnel to be completed.
~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
Hoshi re-read the translation, it'd been just over six hours since the accident and she couldn't help feeling that something was missing.
'To the soldiers of the present,
Remember the soldiers of the past, books can't describe what they went through and how they survived, but I can show you.
Place your hand on the circle and watch your history played before your eyes.
The soldiers of the past will be remembered.' She read. Then all that followed was a list of names and the very bottom she read 'Flight Lieutenant Andrew Malcolm Redding'
In about half an hour she was returning to the planet, for a second look at the stone tablet. First, she was going to pay a visit to Trip and Malcolm in sickbay.
When sickbay doors opened, Hoshi nearly turned back but she forced herself to go in.
"How are they Doctor?" she asked quietly not quite bringing herself to look at them directly.
"Not very well I'm afraid." Doctor Phlox replied gravely "Their vital signs are growing weaker by the hour. If I cannot find a way to sever the link with that stone tablet, they will die."
His words were left hanging in the air. Hoshi stared past him to the still figures on the biobed now complete with breathing apparatus.
*I know I'm missing something! But what?*she thought desperately. *It's right under my nose, if only I could think of what it is.*
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
Trip took a deep breath of fresh air. He'd been released from the infirmary with a clean bill of health and had been immediately put back on duty. In his crisp starched grey uniform he felt strange. He watched the men within the camp from the gun tower. One especially, scruffy blonde haired man in a dirty blue uniform always caught his attention. In an odd way he reminded him of Malcolm. But whoever he was he knew he didn't like the man one bit, neither did the other guards always picking on him for the slightest thing and giving Trip sympathetic looks.
He knew that must've been the man who shot him but in an odd way he pitied the man. The odd one out from everyone.
He always wondered why one of the barracks always had men coming and going giving the guards shifty looks as they came out. That particular barracks had been searched on many an occasion but they had found nothing. Trip honestly didn't expect them too.
He knew he was in the body of a Nazi, and it galled him to know that he was in the body of America's enemy during the war. He felt like he was betraying his heritage and betraying his ancestors.
However he began to realise that the other Nazi soldiers were just doing their job, defending their country like the British and the Americans had been defending theirs. It was so much easier to lay the blame on the opposing side until you actually became the opposing side. Conflicted emotions were running through his mind. Frustration and anger being at the top of his list, he felt helpless not being able to control his movements or voice and Trip Tucker did not like feeling helpless.
~*~A short chapter but it explains a few things (hopefully) Read and review or no more chapters will be forth coming!~*~