"Private First Class Nick Kreider" I said and smiled in my bunk.
"It was the least they could do for all the Nazis we had to kill" muttered Ben.
"Well." said Kevin, "I don't think I want to go back out there" Kevin admitted. I was shocked to hear this. "Why not!?" I said harshly. "Are you too chicken shit to go out there? Is mommy's little baby afraid he'll get shot by the mean-old-Germans?" I said in a babyish voice. "No!" He said. "I just well, don't think I want to kill again. You convinced me to join and well... This. This just doesn't seem right you know? Is the point of our lives just to kill another man as we ourselves die a little more, and as we constantly put ourselves at the risk of dying?" He questioned. "No we aren't" I corrected. "We're god damn heroes for what we're doing. These people- These monsters are ruining the lives of anyone who isn't just like them." I interjected, "But of course we can just let the Germans walk all over us and tell us what to do. We can let them just ruthlessly destroy the lives of Jews and half-Jews like Ben over here." "Yeah!" Ben said. "If this is what you want to happen then just go back to mama!" (Well, if he could) Quinn sat quietly throughout the entire fight. He seemed to just soak in everything we said into his head. I could only imagine what was running through his head while we bickered. I decided to keep him out of our feud, but Quinn had to be "Mr. Problem-Solver" and ended the fight before the fists started flying. I furrowed my brow and said "fine!" and buried my head in my pillow for the night.
"Mornin' maggots!" a new face said at 3 A.M. "I'm your new ringleader- Lieutenant Barker you can call me, and I'm gonna make your lives a living hell." We started at training camp the next day. With my increase in rank, I got to try a new toy. The Tommy. I took aim and bam! A couple of quick shots and I pulled the bolt back for the next round of firing. I was on top of the world and indestructible. Our 10 mile run felt a lot easier, but the new lieutenant was a royal asshole, is ever there was one. Any flaw that he could point out in our company he would be on your ass like a monkey would if you were in a banana suit. I remember one fat private who got his turn to be yelled at. "Come on you worthless sack of fat!" he screamed. "Maybe I should get my grandma out here with her walker, because she's gonna make a better soldier than you ever will tubby!" I watched the whole thing. I tried to turn away, but he spotted me. "What the hell are you lookin' at Kreider?" he said. "Do I amuse you?" "NO SIR!" I said. "You may have done good in Normandy, but you're with the big boys now." I just shut up to and kept running, still at the top of my game.
"Lunch time!" I said sarcastically. "I think I'd rather eat my canteen." Quinn said. "I wonder what is in this um. stuff." Said Ben. "I don't think Einstein could find the composition of this shit." I said "What's the matter babies?" said a familiar and bone-chilling voice. "is grown up food not good enough for you?" Yes it was the lieutenant. "No sir!" we all said. "The food's just fine." "Good!" he said. "Carry on." "You know what" I sarcastically said when he left. "I think these next few weeks are gonna be a blast."
"It was the least they could do for all the Nazis we had to kill" muttered Ben.
"Well." said Kevin, "I don't think I want to go back out there" Kevin admitted. I was shocked to hear this. "Why not!?" I said harshly. "Are you too chicken shit to go out there? Is mommy's little baby afraid he'll get shot by the mean-old-Germans?" I said in a babyish voice. "No!" He said. "I just well, don't think I want to kill again. You convinced me to join and well... This. This just doesn't seem right you know? Is the point of our lives just to kill another man as we ourselves die a little more, and as we constantly put ourselves at the risk of dying?" He questioned. "No we aren't" I corrected. "We're god damn heroes for what we're doing. These people- These monsters are ruining the lives of anyone who isn't just like them." I interjected, "But of course we can just let the Germans walk all over us and tell us what to do. We can let them just ruthlessly destroy the lives of Jews and half-Jews like Ben over here." "Yeah!" Ben said. "If this is what you want to happen then just go back to mama!" (Well, if he could) Quinn sat quietly throughout the entire fight. He seemed to just soak in everything we said into his head. I could only imagine what was running through his head while we bickered. I decided to keep him out of our feud, but Quinn had to be "Mr. Problem-Solver" and ended the fight before the fists started flying. I furrowed my brow and said "fine!" and buried my head in my pillow for the night.
"Mornin' maggots!" a new face said at 3 A.M. "I'm your new ringleader- Lieutenant Barker you can call me, and I'm gonna make your lives a living hell." We started at training camp the next day. With my increase in rank, I got to try a new toy. The Tommy. I took aim and bam! A couple of quick shots and I pulled the bolt back for the next round of firing. I was on top of the world and indestructible. Our 10 mile run felt a lot easier, but the new lieutenant was a royal asshole, is ever there was one. Any flaw that he could point out in our company he would be on your ass like a monkey would if you were in a banana suit. I remember one fat private who got his turn to be yelled at. "Come on you worthless sack of fat!" he screamed. "Maybe I should get my grandma out here with her walker, because she's gonna make a better soldier than you ever will tubby!" I watched the whole thing. I tried to turn away, but he spotted me. "What the hell are you lookin' at Kreider?" he said. "Do I amuse you?" "NO SIR!" I said. "You may have done good in Normandy, but you're with the big boys now." I just shut up to and kept running, still at the top of my game.
"Lunch time!" I said sarcastically. "I think I'd rather eat my canteen." Quinn said. "I wonder what is in this um. stuff." Said Ben. "I don't think Einstein could find the composition of this shit." I said "What's the matter babies?" said a familiar and bone-chilling voice. "is grown up food not good enough for you?" Yes it was the lieutenant. "No sir!" we all said. "The food's just fine." "Good!" he said. "Carry on." "You know what" I sarcastically said when he left. "I think these next few weeks are gonna be a blast."