"The victor will never be asked if he told the truth." –Adolf Hitler (And so sorry for the delayed post, school is just such a busy time! But summer's here, so let the stories continue!)
I looked at the captain. "Stand at attention…" he paused.
"Fräulein, call her Fräulein!" shouted Webster.
"That'll be ENOUGH from you Webster!" He shouted. He continued to give me the death stare. "Get me a gun," he growled.
Luz ran and handed him a confiscated Kar 98k. He tore the gun out of Luz's hands and shoved it into my chest. I stumbled back. "You're a Germ." He said backing away, revealing a shooting range made of cans and helmets. "Shoot 5 out of the 8 helmets," he said.
I loaded the gun and aimed it at the first hat. I clicked the trigger and the helmet went flying. I aimed at the next one, and it did the same. I did that for the next three. I saw Speirs nod. "Now do the cans," he said. "Fräulein," he added snottily. I aimed the gun at the first can and shot it off. I did that four more times. I knew suffering through mein Vati's lessons on how to use a Kar 98k would pay off, just not in this fashion.
"That bitch just got lucky!" I heard Liebgott shouted and the others laugh.
"Down," Speirs said.
I got on my knees. "On your stomach," he said. Oh, my poor dress.
I laid my gun next to me and stretched out on my stomach. I looked at him, "Now what, sir?"
He cackled. "Army crawl to third platoon, and back," he said, pointing in the direction of third platoon and then crossed his arms.
I sighed a frustrated sigh and began to crawl. "Why, why, why?" I said, crawling away from the men.I made it over the first hill and stood up. I looked around and began to run. I smiled and thought to myself, "I have out-smarted these Americans!" Yet, It turns out I was wrong.
Just as I rounded a corner, I fell into the arms of Private Webster. He looked me directly into my eyes and the corner of his lip twitched. "You passed third platoon," He said, with little emotion.
I glared back and pushed myself off him and turned around. "What do you guys want from me anyways?" I asked.
Webster firmly grasped my arm, making me take large sips of air. "I am not sure. Just do what they ask of you, you'll be okay." He promised me.
I awoke the next morning to a shake followed by a trumpet. Slowly, I cracked my eyes open. Standing over me was none other than Speirs. "Get your ass up and dressed. We have work to discuss."