The price of a mile (Second story in the world war series)

Chapter 15- Nightmares

The Cab driver pulls up to the driveway of the urban 2 story house and it's a beautifully designed story house with a backyard.

Along with a good size of land behind it that leads out to more open fields and forest. Plenty of room for a growing family.

Stepping out of the cab Karl has Albert supported in his arms and followed by Klaudia, who closes the cab door after saying thank you to the man.

The three walk up the driveway back to home and Karl shifting little Albert to his left arm, Karl then reaches out and opens up the doorway.

Apon entering Karl's senses are attacked by the smell of salted pork along with good cooking spices that's being used.

A smile and his mouth salivating slightly Karl gently hands Albert back over to his mother who tries containing a giggle seeing the reaction of her husband.

Stepping into the kitchen door way frame, Karl chuckles a little and says "Hallo Mütter" turning around and seeing her son. Karls mother, a healthy age of 50 makes her way over quickly and embraces her Son in a death grip of a bear hug. Over joyed that he's ok and her 'kleine Hefeteigsemmel' returned home in one piece.

Karl chuckles returning the hug and after a minute the middle aged lady begins to fuss over the 6'2'' tall man standing before her. Checking him to see if he's ok and to make sure he's not hiding bandages or any stitches from her.

Then remembering he was a Major and understanding the golden insignia of a General rank and aiguillette. She goes into a celebration of sorts congratulating her son before she goes back to fussing over him a little bit more.

Happy to be home and holding his laughter in, Karl says his thanks to his mother as he knows too well that he won't be able to get away until she's pleased that he is alright and not hurt.

"So proud of you dear! What's the new rank?" She asks joyfully examining the golden aiguillettes.

Then she frowns remembering the letter of him being wounded back in El Alamein, as her eyes have set their ferocious sights on his wound badge that's clasped to his lower left breast pocket.

With a scoff she shakes her head then she smiles again, her soft brown eyes filled with happiness and relief.

Then after another hug she sends him on his way saying "Go see your father Karl, he's listening to the radio in the living room." She says patting his arm and Karl nods a little as he heads off and smiles hearing Alberts contagious giggling. As Grandma had given him a cookie because dinner won't be for another two hours or so.

Standing in the entrance to the living room he sees his father in a peaceful slumber so, Karl steps back into the hall and heads down to his office room. Storing the classified folder safely away in a cabinet file.

Once he takes a quick look around and seeing everything was left where he last put them a while back. Karl heads into the living room.

His Father at age 54 is lying asleep on the couch, who could blame the old timer? He's one of the managers for the Focke Wolfe industries that builds engines for the Luftwaffe.

The old man was a Captain in the Kaisers army of Ww1, his final battle was fought near the end of Passchendaele where he nearly lost his leg.

He served in the strumtruppen, or one of Germanys first modern elite shock troops that where the first ever to harness the flame throwers.

His father was a forced to use a Flammenwerfer in a part of his service so he sent a lot of Americans soldiers to hell in the first world war with what he had done.