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Wee, Wicked Whispers; Collected Short Stories: 2007-2008
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Chapter 9 Page 13
Wee, Wicked Whispers; Collected Short Stories: 2007-2008
Scraps
Chapter 9 Page 13
The old man's gentle smile faded subtly, and his eyes sparkled with a painful light. "There was, once. He was my son. He died in a raid at Ploesti last year. Now you see why we like to help, if we can? Now you understand our support better, no?"
"I lost a brother last year," supplied the trooper, his own gaze misting mournfully. "Everybody has lost somebody to this damned war."
"Eat, drink and be merry while you may," urged the old man, indicating the passageway leading to the bathrooms and beyond. "Warm your bones with a stein or two, before you return to this cold work."
"I think we will do as you suggest," conceded the young man eventually. "If I thought we might get half a kilometer without being shot, I would send them all home, you know. This war is lost. Survival is all that matters, now."
"You never know when you will have the opportunity for a fine meal like this one, again," insinuated Herman. "Leave me to my sport while you are away. I will entertain anybody who comes along in your absence. When you are finished, you can watch over us all while your men take their turns. Perhaps I could read a few of the funnier notes for your amusement."
"I lost a brother last year," supplied the trooper, his own gaze misting mournfully. "Everybody has lost somebody to this damned war."
"Eat, drink and be merry while you may," urged the old man, indicating the passageway leading to the bathrooms and beyond. "Warm your bones with a stein or two, before you return to this cold work."
"I think we will do as you suggest," conceded the young man eventually. "If I thought we might get half a kilometer without being shot, I would send them all home, you know. This war is lost. Survival is all that matters, now."
"You never know when you will have the opportunity for a fine meal like this one, again," insinuated Herman. "Leave me to my sport while you are away. I will entertain anybody who comes along in your absence. When you are finished, you can watch over us all while your men take their turns. Perhaps I could read a few of the funnier notes for your amusement."
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