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After a while the sound of heavy boots could be heard approaching their cell door again. Alfred cringed inwardly as the keys jangled in the lock and the door was pushed open, three guards stepped inside and one that Alfred hadn't seen before ordered them to get up.

As soon as both of them where standing the guard motioned for them to follow him and he lead them, in silence, out of the cell and down a different hallway to another door.

With a quick motion the unfamiliar guard unlocked the door and pushed it open. Bright sunlight hit Alfred's eyes, momentarily blinding him; he stopped short of the door as he tried to regain his sight.

"Move!" Shouted the guard behind him as he shoved the end of his gun into Alfred's back.

"I'm headed to my death; I am going to die…I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die…"

His thoughts whirled as he stumbled forward, but before he could even walk ten feet his arm was grabbed roughly and he was shoved up against a large truck as the two guards that he had seen earlier searched him thoroughly; after the unknown guard was satisfied with the search he gave a sharp order to stop and then said something in German. Without missing a beat the two guards grabbed him up and shoved him into the back of the truck.

Alfred stood still for a second after the guards went back for, what he assumed, was to search the other prisoner. As his eyes adjusted to the darker lighting of the truck he suddenly realized that there was about ten other men in the truck, all staring at him like he was some big joke. He quickly straightened up and glanced at each one as he searched for a place to sit. Finally he located a small space at the back of the truck, just big enough for two men to sit.

"Convenient" he thought as he stepped over and sat down. Glancing around at the men again Alfred figured that he was looking at a few British, a French man or two and a handful of other Americans, other than that he wasn't really sure.

It seemed like only a few brief seconds before the guards shoved the other soldier into the back of the truck as well. Alfred motioned to the seat beside him as the poor man looked around rather helplessly at the crowded vehicle.

Once he was seated two of the guards climbed into the back of the vehicle while the third one slammed the back shut and latched it.

Alfred listened intently as the guard walked around the side of the truck and climbed in the front, a second later the truck roared to life and with a creak and a jerk it pulled forward and started off onto yet another unknown journey.

As Alfred looked around at his truck mates, he briefly considered striking up a conversation with the prisoner to his right but then decided against it when one of the German guards gave him an dirty glance; "best to just wait it out" he mused to himself as he leaned against the wall of the truck and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible.

The ride dragged on as Alfred watched the light that was filtering in through the slats in the sides of the truck diminishing rapidly; when it was almost gone the trucks engine idled down and the truck pulled to a stop, some sentences in German where exchanged from the driver to another person before the truck roared back to life and lurched forward, as they did Alfred sat up straighter and strained his eyes to see out the back of the truck.

As they moved forward he watched as first once barbed wire fence passed, then another, and then another, after that there were some buildings and Alfred noticed that there were some numbers posted on each one.

"1, 2, 4, 7…" his mind spun as the realization of where they were at dawned on him, just at that moment the truck lurched to a halt and the guards who had been riding up front jumped out and unlocked the back door, opening it wide enough for the two guards who were seated at the back of the truck to get out, but not wide enough to encourage a mass surge from the other men inside.

Once the guards had talked for a second they opened the doors and ordered the men to get out, slowly, but with more speed as the guards became restless with them and started waving their guns, the men climbed out of the truck.

As Alfred stepped down from the truck he winced, the pain that had been slightly numbed because of the vibrations of the truck, and almost completely forgotten about, shot up his injured leg like it was on its way to the moon, but no sooner had his feet touched the ground than he was grabbed gruffly by the collar and shoved up against the wooden side of a building, and for the second time that day, searched, after this brutal maneuver on the part of the guards, he was ordered to fall in with the other men.

Keeping his hands up and facing forward he stepped beside the tall blond who had been sitting beside him in the truck. As he looked around he noticed a tall, spindly, looking man standing nearby, beside him was a slightly stouter man who looked to be in his early 40's, the two were eyeing everybody, watching everything that was going on with a great attention. The spindly man's uniform told Alfred a lot about him, it was clearly visible that he was Coronel and the man beside him had the markings of a sergeant, the fact that he wore a monocle said that he had poor vision in one eye, perhaps the luck of nature, or maybe an accident, a scar was visible on his right cheek, and he was well decorated. The sergeant on the other hand wore no monocle or glasses, his face was free of any mark or blemish, and his uniform, although neatly pressed, was not very decorated.

"Achtung!"

Alfred's quickly looked forward as one of the guards pointed his rifle at the line up of men as he nodded for the tall man to come over.

"Ah, well, well, well," The Coronel peered at the men through his monocle as he strode over to them, his gate was quick and witty, as was the bizarre little grin that took precedence over his face, "First of all, I would like to welcome you men to Stalag 13, my name is Coronel Klink and I am the Commandant of this camp, some things I think you should know are that I run this prison camp with an iron hand, there has never been an escape from stalag 13, and I am sure that that you men wouldn't want to break that record, now would you."

After a bunch of other baloniesh sounding talk about how the camp was run, Commandant Klink finally decided that they had heard enough and ordered the guards to take them to the barracks.