The tall man was hauled out of the truck his arms handcuffed in front of him. The two German guards prodding him along. The three stopped before the steps.
Col. Klink stood on the top step looking down at his new prisoner.
"For you the war is now over." Klink said haughty.
"Just remember name, rank and serial." Col Hogan came up.
"Hogan." Klink said.
"What I'm just trying to be helpful." Hogan shrugged. Klink 'humrmed' and turn back to the pow.
He was tall, built like a...well a line backer. He stood 6' 5", but hunched over some as if trying to blend in. His face would have been hansom, if for not being sightly too worn by the elements. His white sailor top and slack where in good condition for just going threw prisoner 'interview'.
Klink turned to the lieutenant that brought him in. "This a Luffewafer camp, why are you bring me a sailor?"
The lieutenant hand him the file. "Hile Hitler."the lieutenant saluted, "They don't tell me why, just to deliver." he then turned and left the two guards followed.
Only then with the sergeant standing there slightly shivering in the cool fall air did Klink notice the sailor was missing something
"Why do not have any boots?" Klink said.
"Well," the sailor said in a slight mid west draw, "When them Germans where fishing me out of the water, I had no gun so I threw my boots at them Germans. Like my ma use to do to us kids when we where bad." Klink stood there slightly dumfounded. "Gosh you what to know was the worst? Them Germans weren't even nice enough to bring them there boots back to me, like we had to bring then back to ma."
"Shultz take this man to solitaire." Klink yelled in anger then huffed of.
Hogan stopped Shultz, "no monkey business." Shultz said shaking his head.
"No Shultz just want to find out what size this man is so I can get him another pair of boots." Hogan said, grinning slightly at the man, "Provide he dose not toss them at our Germans."
"No sir. Size eleven sir," then Shultz started to led the man away, "It make an interesting game though. Five points for every German hit? Highest score wins? Or dodge boot?"
"Jolly joker." Shultz remarked leading the man off.
well here is my next installment of ficlets. From the eyes of another.
I'm dedicating this to my grandparents. My grandfather was a SeaBees in the pacific, building airports on the islands. I'm working on trying to incorporate some of what he has told me of his time during the war. But it's hard, how do you work in an airplane crashing in to your tent in the middle of the night, and the only reason you not dead is cause you had to pee? or a finicky bulldozer that deiced to go for a swim in the ocean?
The shoe throwing bit was based on the stories my grandmother would tell about my father and his siblings.
I'll have more soon
Jelf
