Fighting For Love

XIII - Welcome to War

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Chapter 13: Welcome to War

June 13th, 1940 - 6:00

Somewhere in Eastern France

"Quick, ladies! Get off the truck!" Shouted Hünessdorf, hitting the truck with a rifle. The metalic sound of the gun clashing against the iron walls was annoyingly loud that it woke everyone up. "Come on! We don't have much time."

"Stupid old man!" I said, just loud enough for Otto hear. He laughed, but it wasn't a good idea.

"If you can laugh it means you can run, too! Now get the hell out of that truck: we must reach the others before sunrise!" Hünessdorf shouted.

After everything, Otto and I had discussed ways of leaving the war. Neither of us wanted to fight; neither of us had something to fight for, other than each other: we both fought because we had to; not fighting would give us both death penalties for desertion and if one of us died, then we couldn't have each other and if the both of us died, then we wouldn't be much better off than Hilde and Günther.

So, the day after I buried my mother, we made a pact: we would fight out of sheer necessity. We wouldn't kill anyone unless they directly threatened us, and we would rather commit suicide than be involved in the activities of a concentration camp. If we were ever assigned to one, then we would, both, desert. And if one of us died at war, the other would be forbidden to commit suicide; as neither he nor I wished the other be dead.

"Please, remind me once again why I still haven't shot him in the head," Otto said, sighing as we left the truck and started to follow the others to God knows where.

"Because you would be sentenced to death. Actually, just thinking about it should put you in jail," he nodded.

"I'm glad he cannot read my thoughts, then."

"Stop talking, you two!" Hünessdorf shouted at us.

We obeyed for a second but resumed our conversation, now lower, as soon as we noticed he stopped watching us and went to bother another soldier who stopped to drink water.

"Why the hell is he so obsessed about reaching von Rundstedt's troops? It's not like the French represent a threat anymore," Otto asked me.

"Well, Rundstedt is a big name in the army. If France is the way it is now, it's definitely due to his efforts. It would raise Hünessdorf's prestige if he was seen with him by the time we arrive in Paris," I explained. "His troops got caught by retreating French troops from Arras, who were trying to get to Paris. Their morale isn't the best, of course, but they are still managing to give Rundstedt a hard time." I explained.

"A name so big I've never heard about it. I bet he's been fucking Hünessdorf: there's no other explanation for that much excitement in seeing Rundstedt."

"And how would you know that?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess it makes sense for my sleepy brain, but I'll probably regret saying it once I'm fully awake."

Hünessdorf gave us a killer glare, that almost made me wonder if he had heard anything of what Otto said, but then I realized that, if he had, his reaction would be much worse than just a glare. Otto and I mentally agreed that we were tired of being watched by Hünessdorf, so we remained in silence for the rest of the way.