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I quickly changed and pulled my hair up and back. Sloppiness was not tolerated in the 101st airborne. I left my bunker and went to HQ, where Speirs was. I walked into his office.
"I'm here, sir," I said, with little confidence.
He disregarded I didn't salute and offered me to take a seat. I eyed a chair and sat in it.
"Your Hitler's little girl," he said, shuffling some papers around his desk. "I'm sure you'll be able to help us out. You said you hated the Nazi Party, right?"
I nodded.
"Good, well, so do my men and I," he said.
I wanted to laugh at his smart-ass comment, but that would be rude. "I'll do anything for you. I know what mein Vati does. It's not worth allowing."
"Indeed," he said, his elbows resting on the desk, his fingers intertwined and his chin slightly rested on his fingers. "I have one mission for you in mind," he said standing up. "Can you speak French?" the Lieutenant asked, pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back.
"Yes sir. I can," I said, crossing my legs.
"I would like to send you behind enemy lines, and I want you to get maps," he said, stopping at the left corner of the desk. "It would be a risky job, but I can send one of my men with you, if you so desire." He offered.
"I maybe a woman, but I am Austrian woman, and my father's Hitler, I will fight for the freedom of Germany, France, my home country and many other European countries. I can do this alone. You will need as many men as you have," I said. "When is this mission?"
"I'd like for you to go tonight," he said.
I sat there in disbelief. I just got here and now they want to go and have myself killed. Walking onto the German's side was like suicide within itself. But like I said, I wanted freedom from mein Vati for everyone, Europe and the Americas. "Yes sir," I said.
"Now, go on and get some sort of grub, you'll be needing it," he said. I nodded and left.
I walked outside and took a few deep breaths. I couldn't decide what I wanted to prioritize first. My mission, my appearance or my state of hunger. I could fix the hunger issue right away, so I did. I walked to a nearby tent, where I saw some men eating. "Hey!" I shouted, walking over to the group.
"Leib!" one of the men shouted. "Is that one of the Germs you were telling me about?"
Liebgott nodded, "Yeah Perco," he said, looking at his k-rations.
The man who so rudely pointed me out, stood up and walked to me. "Guten tag," he sneered. He held out his hand to shake. "Oh, wait," he said, sliding his hand back. "Let me do what you're familiar with, Miss Hitler." He thrust his arm out in a mock salute my father makes his followers do.
I grabbed his out stretched arm, thrust it behind back forcefully and leaned him over a table. "Don't you ever do that again, I may be the daughter of a Nazi, but that doesn't mean I agree with him," I said, into his ear.
"Gee germ, but," he slyly looked up at me, "I am missing it, wanna do a little something while we're like this?"
I tisked him and let him go. I heard a few guys stifle their laughs.
"I'm hungry," I said. Webster tossed me a ration.
"Eat up," he said, under his breath.