Day From Hell (Matthaeus/Open)

[Heinrich Landa]

Location: Berlin
Weather: Perfectly sunny day, some clouds floating in and out.
Time: 0730

It was one of those days you wish hell would just come up and take you already. The base was in full swing today, everyone getting tanks cleaned, planes checked over, guns cleaned and set for the next battle their dear Adolf Hitler would send them off to. It as between battles for this part of the Walfen-SS, though many would just find little battles here and there or go into the Ghetto and make some fights from the Jews that lived there. To Landa, he left the Jews in the ghetto alone, that was Gestapo territory, they could deal with those assholes of the world. Why should Land lay hands onto a rat when there are bigger fish to fry? The Gestapo was good enough to deal with them, Gestapo couldn’t even keep those rats contained and quiet even if they wanted. No wonder Heinrich made sure he wasn’t working with the Gestapo anymore, nothing but pit bulls sitting there showing their teeth but yet they cower and hide with their tails between their legs when something bigger comes about. Fuck them.

The sun woke up Landa this morning instead of the cries of the uppers yelling at his group. Landa got breakfast at the mess hall, sitting with a few others of his rank talking about the day and the others messing around with Landa about his sister Ava marrying someone higher than him. “ Sie wissen Landa, Sie sollten sich wahrscheinlich vor Hugo verbeugen, wie er über Sie ist und er Ihr bald ist, um Schwager zu sein. Wie Sie kann Ihre eigene Schwester heiraten, Sie besitzen sie nicht,” Gröss said, his fork floating around in his hand, pointing here and there as he spoke. Landa had enough, he grabbed Gröss in a head lock since he was right next to Landa and pulled him from the bench, onto the floor and rubbed his head with his knuckles in a good term to end it. “Sie, halten Sie Maul...” The whole group of five of them grew quiet then they started on a new conversation, the man on the floor getting up and shoved Landa back, sitting down and finishing their breakfast. It wasn’t long before the subject was brought back up again.

“Ist nicht es wahr, dass sie Sie aus dem Haus so dann rausschmeißen Sie frömmeln sogar kommen zurück, wenn Ihre Frist getan wird? Sie werden wahrscheinlich zehn Kinder in diesem Haus als der Pass von vier Jahren haben, und werden am meisten nicht ihrig sein!” Fromistburg joked around, they all knew well enough that the Laufthauffe man, Hugo Wanderland, was one to chase anything with a skirt. It was a surprise that he didn’t have children all over the Fatherland and then some by now.

A snort came from Landa, drinking up his coffee and setting the cup on the table face down. “Erinnern Sie mich daran, diese Tasse in Ihr Gesicht zu schieben, wenn Sie Fromistburg … schlafen, frömmle ich tun viel über die Ehe, es ist die nicht meinige Entscheidung von Ava. Wenn das meinig war, würde sie einen Walfen-SS Offizier oder einen Heer officer…Not Hugo Wanderland heiraten.” His finger tapped against the coffee mug, His eyes not looking up to Fromistburg until after the fact, then with his other hand he scooped a mass full of food into his mouth and chewed it. His voice grew darker and just barely spat out the name of his soon to be brother-in-law, Landa was not thrilled one bit about it.

“So heiratet Ava Hugo, so was? Laufthauffee-Offiziere haben höhere Bezahlung irgendwie, so dass dieses alte Haus Ihrer Mütter sparen würde. Wie kann sie genug arbeiten, um zu entgegnen, was Ihr Vater als der Helfer von Hitler hereinbrachte.” Gröss chimed up from the end of the table, making sure he was far enough away from Landa as he could. They all knew Landa was from Edmund Landa, the politician that helped Hitler get his beloved chair that he has, but no one still knew how Edmund died. The table grew silent as Gröss hit a tough spot on Landa, no one talked about his father much and they knew not to. The group of men continued eating, then Waten spoke up. “ Arbeitsfreier Tag heute dann? Oder schiffen wir uns ein? Die Tage werden in diesem Augenblick so versaut ich weiß nicht sogar, ob es Dienstag oder am Freitag ist.”

Translations:

Sie wissen Landa, Sie sollten sich wahrscheinlich vor Hugo verbeugen, wie er über Sie ist und er Ihr bald ist, um Schwager zu sein. Wie Sie kann Ihre eigene Schwester heiraten, Sie besitzen sie nicht,
You know Landa, you should probably bow to Hugo, as he is over you and he’s your soon to be brother-in-law. Like you can marry your own sister, you don’t own her.

Sie, halten Sie Maul…
You shut up, you…

Ist nicht es wahr, dass sie Sie aus dem Haus so dann rausschmeißen Sie frömmeln sogar kommen zurück, wenn Ihre Frist getan wird? Sie werden wahrscheinlich zehn Kinder in diesem Haus als der Pass von vier Jahren haben, und werden am meisten nicht ihrig sein!
Isn’t it true they’re kicking you out of the house so then you cant even come back when your term is done? They’ll probably have ten children in that house by the time four years pass, and most won’t be hers!

Erinnern Sie mich daran, diese Tasse in Ihr Gesicht zu schieben, wenn Sie Fromistburg … schlafen, frömmle ich tun viel über die Ehe, es ist die nicht meinige Entscheidung von Ava. Wenn das meinig war, würde sie einen Walfen-SS Offizier oder einen Heer officer…Not Hugo Wanderland heiraten.
Remind me to shove this cup into your face when you’re sleeping Fromistburg… I cant do much about the marriage, it’s Ava’s decision not mine. If it was mine, she’d be marrying an Walfen-SS officer or an Heer officer…Not Hugo Wanderland.

So heiratet Ava Hugo, so was? Laufthauffee-Offiziere haben höhere Bezahlung irgendwie, so dass dieses alte Haus Ihrer Mütter sparen würde. Wie kann sie genug arbeiten, um zu entgegnen, was Ihr Vater als der Helfer von Hitler hereinbrachte.
So Ava is marrying Hugo, so what? Laufthauffee officers have higher pay anyhow so that would save that old house of your mothers. Like she can work enough to counter what your father brought in as Hitler’s helper.

Arbeitsfreier Tag heute dann? Oder schiffen wir uns ein? Die Tage werden in diesem Augenblick so versaut ich weiß nicht sogar, ob es Dienstag oder am Freitag ist.
Day off today then? Or are we shipping out? The days are so fucked up right now I don’t even know if it’s Tuesday or Friday

[Matthaeus Hinrichs]

War did things to people that was beyond belief, and beyond the stars. No one expected what was next. Who was going to die or live? Who was going to kill or be killed? No one knew anything about the future, and most lived in the past. Everybody thought about their friend that had died yesterday, and not if the sun would surpass the horizon in the morning. Most went on to live year sin the past, letting the ghosts of their friends haunt them through out the hell called war.

In war, the soldier was just a pawn on a huge Chess game, protecting the king. And for this case, these soldiers were the pawns dying off for the all supreme ruler Hitler. He pointed at nations like a little kid in a toy store. I want that one he would say, and of course his minions would take that country with swift and precise actions. The German war machine was scary, and no one could stop it, not even the soldiers that fought under its rule.

That morning had created a beautiful image in the sky. One that casted over the war and made every soldier, young or old, think second about why they were there. As the sun moved over the horizon, it made an orange glow behind the white fluffy clouds that began to cover the bright blue sky. It almost looked like a painting, one that hung in the art museums back at the Fatherland. Oh how Matthaeus loved the arts of Germany. He never really got the chance to look while he was in college, but when he did the trips were long and flavorful for the art minded man. Whether it was dashes of color, or the German country side, art was art and it could be loved or shared beyond many people.

The camp began to liven up a bit this morning, but not the usual. No one woke anyone up and everyone began to stir out of their beds later then the usual. That was always nice, especially if you were a German officer that had seen much combat and was tired. Tired of paperwork and the war. Tired of the bloodshed and death. Tired of being a German Officer, the pawn of the German army. Therefore, once everyone began to stir up with activity, Matthaeus awoke and moved his way to the office with his name temporarily taped onto the door. What did Germany become, with its cheap military camps and tape nametags? It had become what the problem was before when the war started. It had become poor, with both heritage and wealth.

Looking at the door, Matthaeus began to have a want to move around a bit and inspect the camp that he was stationed in. With a kick of his heel and a screech of wood on hard ceramic, Matthaeus slid out from under his desk and up the oak chair. His legs were sore and stiff, so he stretched them out, flicking each of the before stepping to the wooden door with a glass window. Each step caused a clunk and clack on the floor until he reached the door and into the hall way. The bronze handle was cold to the touch and sent a shiver up Matthaeus’s spine, making him wince with a bit of uncomfortable feeling.

The hallway was chilly also, but it was not of a bother due to the German issued coat that Matthaeus had on. Step by step he reached the end of the hallway, and neared the outdoors. The fresh air began to fill Matthaeus’s lungs and caused him to break into a small smile. That was until he heard the loud screams and yelps of many young men, and a few older, in the mess hall for all Non-Commissioned soldiers to eat during meal times. With a stern shake of his head, Matthaeus stormed quickly into the mess hall, slamming the door open as he stood there scanning the area. Every man in the room began to quiet up, a few pointing towards the men who had began to noise. Without a word Matthaeus looked with a swift turn of his head at the table, noticing nothing but Waffen SS soldiers. Fucking SS Pricks causing trouble in MY mess hall! Matthaeus stormed over to the table and noticed a man just getting onto the seat in which he had knocked another soldier off of. Reaching up Matthaeus fixed his Eye patch and then reached down to grab hold of the collar of this SS Soldier before yanking him off of the seat.

”Aufstehen!” Matthaeus exclaimed to the Soldier as he directed him down the mess hall. Other soldiers began to give looks at the two, all thinking the same ass Matthaeus. The Waffen SS was good for nothing and took over everything that the Wermacht had. This time, the Waffen SS wouldn’t take over, and Matthaeus had a way to send down his fist. Before his office was the hallway, with the hardwood floor. Next was his office door, with the bronze handle that was so cold it sent shivers down his spine. And next the Floor that caused his shoes to clack before the oak chair, which scraped across the floor as he slid in it.

Looking up after sitting down, Matthaeus screamed out to the SS soldier ”Setzen Sie sich in den Stuhl!” Matthaeus had no patience for these pigs of the German armed forces. Matthaeus’s good eye inspected the young man, awaiting a word from him. ”Erkläre dich du Sau.” His teeth gritted together as he awaited his answer for what he would say for himself, and why the Waffen SS soldier caused such a ruckus in his Mess hall.


Translations:

aufstehen!
Get up!

Setzen Sie sich in den Stuhl!
Sit in the chair!

Erkläre dich du Sau.
Explain yourself you pig.

[Heinrich Landa]

OOC: Sorry it took so long, had some things get busy with farmlife

The door slammed open against the metal walls, clacking loudly and shutting everyone up really quickly. It only meant one of two things when the door did that; War or Officer on the rampage. Who was it now? A lowlife? A high rank soldier? No, it would be Heinrich this time but no one knew because of the rage played upon the one eyed officer’s face. The snots that pointed out the Walfen SS group would die, they would all get beaten upon later behind officer’s eyes and behind the Nazi walls. Wait until they wanted just one drink to themselves in a bar, their steins would be shoved into their face and coming back to base with rings around their faces or glass in their eyes. This was not the end of this small war. The clicking of jackboots echoed on Landa’s ears, his eyes looking up from his breakfast along with the others at his table, the officer moving quickly towards them. Shit.

Gröss kind of hid, that lucky bastard. He always got out of everything that ended up to this group. The officer’s figures laced around Heinrich’s collar, jerking him up off the bench and to the walkway of the mess hall. Yup, day from hell it is then. Shrugging the officer off his collar, Heinrich moved out of the mess hall, the voices of Gröss and Fromstburg echoing in the background as they spoke of what the Leutant would do to Heinrich now. Of course when Heinrich looked back, notes were being put onto the table and the group was already betting on what would happen, the Mess hall doors closed before he heard the laughter. A growl lingered in Heinrich’s throat, wanting to come out so badly and just say fuck the officer, fuck that group, fuck the Nazi’s today. Why was this day have to be his day for hell?

The hallways was cold, nothing even whispered into Heinrich’s ears other than the clacking of their feet, the officer and his. It would turn out to be a long fifteen seconds from down the hallway to the makeshift office, Heinrich’s mind racing around in circles trying to figure out what the hell he did now. Trying to figure out which door, the officer shoved him to the right one, making Heinrich’s hand reach for the cold, spine chilling brass door knob. His body almost shook from the temperature, but Heinrich did not show it. The officer rushed around Heinrich’s his eyes watching the Leutant. The one eyed bastard sat down quickly behind his desk, screaming to Heinrich to sit as well which he did.

Explain yourself? Really? He heard all this shit from this office? From that stupid hallway they just came down? Why the hell was it Heinrich’s day? Heinrich sat squarely in his seat, as officer was present and must maintain the German stature of life. “Es wurde als kein Schaden, Leutant gemeint. Das einfach Scherzen ist ringsherum alles. Schade verletzte es Sie und verursachte Schaden, Leutant.” Heinrich didn’t know what else to say. Really it was pick on Heinrich about his sister day, but why the hell go into the long story of that, no this Leutant didn’t want to hear that. Heinrich was already bracing for the lashing he was going to get from this Leutant, as he knew quite well just from the officer walking into the mess hall there was going to hell to pay for whatever stood in his way.

All over his fucking sister. Great.

Trans:

Es wurde als kein Schaden, …
It was meant as no harm, Leutant. Simply joking around is all. Sorry it offended you and caused harm, Leutant.

[Heiko Alkema]

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Landa - 2CP

Hinrichs - 1CP