The Fall Of a Nazi (379 hits)
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Submitted by Chris Atler (View user info) at 2004-08-04 12:54:54 EDT
Moving through the grass, a faint scent finds me. The smell of the deceased. As I move toward the compound, the smell gets stronger. The grass becomes shallower and I can see where the scent came from. There is a pit to my right. I do not need to look inside to see what is in it. Since my stay here I have seen countless numbers of these pits. These are the pits the Germans dump the bodies that they no longer want. There is a group of workers coming from the barracks, led by several Germans. they follow a the dirt path leaving the barracks. I pass a row of neatly planted pine trees that are not more than a foot high. I get the barbed wire, and wait for the workers to pass. They cross an intersecting path and head to the caverns entrance. They disappear inside of it, and I begin to cut the wire. In the end I've cut 8 wires, which are neatly bent away, allowing me to crawl through. Once on the other side, I reform the wires, making sure each looks untouched. Once this is accomplished, I began crawling over the hill that the cavern is built into. Another group of workers is approaching the compound. I continue moving toward the path that is now visible through the scarce trees that accompany me. Only a few feet are gained before I cease movement, for fear of being seen. I watch the workers march down the path to the barracks. One worker stops marching, and is confronted by a German. I can hear the German yell at him. The worker never yells, only speaks subtle to the German. The rest of the workers have past by them now, and are entering the last barracks to the right of the path. The German is still arguing with the worker, but has now brought out his pistol to help. The worker steps from the path, next to a ditch, either by command or free will. The pistol is raised, and the bullet finds it's mark in the workers head. The worker falls backwards into the ditch, and I realize he has not fallen alone. My mission forgot I raise my rifle. The scope infront of my eye, my finger on the trigger. I lay my cross hairs on the German, walking away without second though of what he has done. Unbeknown to him, my aim lies in his path. The bullet flies through the air, and the German falls into the along side the ditch where he has lain the worker that deserved nothing but to be let free. The last workers file through the barracks entry without a backward glance.
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Submitted by SAECULUM.AUREUM (user info) at 2004-08-04 13:12:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Why do so many post WWII stories?
living in Grandpa's adventures?
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-08-04 13:04:17 EDT (#)
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Submitted by digsy (user info) at 2004-08-04 12:58:30 (#)
Ranking: 1
Don't want to be a grammar 'nazi' hehe, but this could have been much better with a proof read. Still very good. +1
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Submitted by Chris__Atler (user info) at 2004-08-04 13:03:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I typed it in WordPerfect9, used spellcheck and read it again, seemed fine to me... I most likley overlooked alot of things though
Submitted by digsy (user info) at 2004-08-04 12:58:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Don't want to be a grammar 'nazi' hehe, but this could have been much better with a proof read. Still very good. +1