Why? he asked himself. He joined this army to fight, but because he can type 50 words a minute, he gets sent to a JFW, he had heard of this hapend to a few soldier, well that's life. He threw on the record player and started on the paper work for the 99ths resupply. As the music started he beagn moving with the beat,
"...Doing the mess around.." the man mouthed, mimicing the movement of a trumpet in his hands, being a clerk in the Liberion army was hard as it is, being given to a witch unit, that was more demanding, having a little fun keep't him sane.
"Everybody do the mess around..."
He keeps mouthing the words, not seeing the Sapper creeping towards him. He was surpised by the lack of guards in this camp, perhaps these Yankee's were overly done up as good soldiers, he wrapped his arm around the mans neck and tighten his grip, he throw up his arms up wildly but his body went limp after a few moments and he was out cold.
He slowly rose up and shut off the record player, these people had bad taste in music, wagner, now there was a composer of grace, a man who put silk to looked at the wall of the office and saw an odd sight, a calender dated 1944, Last i checked it was 1943, was i injured that long?
Why could he not recall how he got here?
...W...
Are you sure this is a good idea"? Stan asked, If Kurtis was sick, then he realy didn't think soup would help.
"Can't hurt to try" Jenna said with a bowl of the brew in her arms. They walked into the med tent, only to find the bed empty.
"Oh hell, this is just what we need, a crazy in the noggin Nazi on the lose"he said peeking out the tent flap.
This was going to become a long day he thought to himself.
...
Darkness. I sit in a dark haze and watch my body do things i cannot control, seeing her must have casued this. I watch every painful memory of my life flash before my eyes, getting cuts and scrape's mixed with my comrade's deaths in battle. And in the center sits me, and copy of me, but on his arm rests an armband with the swastika on it.
"You are Weak" he says, the hate in his voice echoing out through the blackness of what must be my mind.
I cannot speak in return and can only watch what unfolds before my eyes. My body no longer under my control.
...
"Your saying we have a man on the lose, who's unhinged and armed"? Churchill asked as the had a meeting on their next move.
"Maim, if Kurtis is doing this, he must be..." Hanna said trailing off, she knew the man and he had even saved one of their lifes, there was no way he was doing this with a straight mind.
"If something is wrong with him, we need to catch him before he or someone else get hurt" Stark added, she knew what someone with his skill was able to do.
"OK, everyone, were going to sweep the base for him, arm yourselfs but shoot only as a last resort and aim to wound" she ordered, they didn't like it, but orders were orders.
"You two, Stark will stay here and keep watch, if Yeager is sick then the last thing we need is him getting ahold of you" she said handing Stark a rifle and posting her at the door as they left.
...
I can recall every memory of my life, my days as a boy, school and even the wars start, i was just a young man sweped away by the Nazi ideal's of a new empire, we German's were the greatest soldiers on the earth and after the great war we were denied are right to keep a large army, and then Adolf came along with his promises of a newer better nation, a strong proud Germany, how i was such a fool to like his rants but back then i was ready to follow such a madman.
And i come to grips with my actions, looking into the eyes of the dead on the eastern from and holding my best friends dead body, i see the burning tanks in the hedgerows of France and even feel the pity for the Allies after the failed airborne attacks in Holland, they may be are enemy but their Patton's and such are some of the finest i have ever fought, never giving us ground without a fight.
Gazing out I see myself round a corner, Hanna and Jenna are standing, both are armed, Hanna with an MP-40 and the latter with a Thomson.
"Kurtis, what are you doing"? she yells as Jenna levels her weapon at my legs with an uneasy look in her eyes.
"Now" my other self yells, sliding and catch the blonde in my grasp, placing the pistol I have to her head with a shout in German.
"This one wears our uniform but is with a Yankee, a traitor, and you know what we do with traitors" he says flashing a wicked smile to me.
"Don't you touch her you...dog"
"Oh, i'm so scared, you mean if I was to do...this" he laugh's twisting her arm, she lets off a cry of pain sending a chill down my spine.
"You trash, why are you doing this"?
"That's not me Kurtis, that's you before you went soft, when you knew the party was the right thing to serve"
He's right, and I hate it. I was that monster once and I know it. Why was I such a fool to listen to that man and his damn idea's ?
"That's it, good man or not your going to stop or else" Jenna said her hands shaking, shooting a man is never easy.
A bullet wizzes by "my" head and I turn to see Baker.
"The next one takes your head off Nazi, drop her or I drop you" he says with a grim tone, his hand is calm and steady. Even my old self knows that he can't win this and places his weapon on the ground and raises his hands. And then a blow to the head sent his vision to blackness again.
Sorry this is so short but I wanted to release something before April 30th, we all know what happened that day in 1945 after all...
Dangerclose out.