By Troy Walker
By Troy Walker
Copyright 2013 Troy Walker
“Sprechen ze deutsch, Americano?”
Carl grasped his wounded, blood covered, leg and ground his teeth in pain. He looked up at his German captors with disgust and defiantly screamed as loudly as he could, “I am a Colonel in the United States Army! You will address me as Colonel or Sir you Nazi!”
Carl’s vision was blacked out to nothingness as he felt the cold, hard, butt of a German rifle slamming into the side of his head. Slipping in and out of a sub-conscious state, he heard the German soldiers laughing and felt them remove his pistol from the holster. His mind drifted off to a strange state, images from his past seeped into his mind as he drearily felt himself being carried away. Carl remembered seeing a ukulele floating in the oily, Pearl Harbor waters under the warm Hawaiian sun, he saw images of his hometown in the cool Maine air, pictures gushed into his mind like water out of a faucet. Carl thought of his time in North Africa, fighting Rommel and defeating the “dessert fox”. Carl even saw the elephant from his hometown zoo. Sounds began to fade as the thought process of his mind slowed to a halt, Carl was out cold.
“I suggest you remain still, unless you want a wounded leg for the rest of your life.”
Carl heard the dialect of a thick German accent as he came too. He looked around the tent and saw he was lying on his back in a German field hospital. Carl could smell a crude combination of medication and musky canvas. He could see the tent clearly through the later afternoon light peeking below the heavy, green, canvas flaps of the tent windows. There was a young, well groomed; German Army officer standing off to Carl’s right holding a brief case and Carl’s helmet. He had neatly combed, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to protrude from behind an almost rounded off noose, just above his sharp jaw. The officer’s uniform was pressed, creased, and decorated with various medals. He had an MP40 sub-machinegun slung over his right shoulder, the muzzle was aimed at the ground and the weapon hung freely from its sling. The officer caught Carl’s gaze at the weapon and quickly attempted to calm his nerves “Don’t worry Colonel; this is just for my protection should you try to harm me.”