Anforderung (Rolf/Anna)

[Aldebrando von Württemberg]

Aldebrando was standing at the small airfield behind the NPEA that he personally patronized, and that his own entire unit attended. He had chosen to don his brown HJ uniform this day instead of his standard Waffen-SS uniform, due to his being on instructor duty all day. Unlike most of the Wermacht Officers who were assigned to work as NPEA liaisons who found the donning of the Instructor uniform was less honourable then intimidating the other faculty and the HJ by wearing their military uniform. Despite his wearing the HJ uniform, his lapels were adorned with his Sigrunes and SS-Obersturmführer about the lapel of his jacket, and his shoulder boards displayed his rank of HJ-Stabsführer. He had a few minutes before the lunch break ended and was enjoying a bowl of tobacco in his pipe, watching some SS-Sturmscharführer who obviously had some modicum of flight training, but the lack of quality in that regard showed through as he instructed Aldebrando’s IX-Unterbanne the boy’s of the HJ-Flieger (flight corps) shifted anxiously from foot to foot, and couldn’t keep eye contact with the instructor. Aldebrando knew this was because the boys likely knew more than this man who most likely didn’t even have his own wings. Aldebrando having had enough of this moved forward and smiled as all the boys’ straightened up and saluted.

“Heil Hitler! Herzog Stabsführer!” The instructor turned toward Aldebrando as the boys saluted and for a moment looked as if he was prepared to chastise the HJ administrator, but thought better of it when he saw the Sigrunes about his neck and the fact that the new man out ranked him by 2 full ranks. Aldebrando signalled for his boys to stand-at-ease, and then addressed the instructor.

“Sturmscharführer tell me what qualifies you to teach this elective?” Aldebrando asked, his voice showing his upset at the fact that he noted the SS man wore no wings.

“Umm... I have attended flight training & airplane maintenance courses, I have also logged...” He looked as if he wanted to continue but Aldebrando cut him off jabbing his pipe into the man’s chest.

“In other words you have no more training than half the boys here? Stammführer Laico Klien!” Aldebrando called out the boys name, and one of the oldest boys in the group stepped forward and saluted.

“Yes Herzog Stabsführer!” The boy said snapping to a salute. Aldebrando moved his pipe to point at the boy’s chest and softly tapped the boy’s wings. Laico served as Aldebrando’s personal pilot, though he rarely called upon the boy, unless he was going to head home for a weekend.

“See this Sturmscharführer, this means that this boy knows more about non-combat flight then you do, as such tell me what qualifies you to teach this course?” He turned to the boys and pointed at another handful of the senior boys and said, “Abelard, Emory, Lindberg all these boys have logged enough hours to earn their non-com wings, and another 12 boys are in the midst of working on those same hours. They come to you to teach them the things they don’t already know, and here you are stumbling over your words, and not understanding the basics of what you teach. Not to mention that you can’t seem to keep the attention of the boys. I would suggest that you depart this school immediately and hope that you are able to report to your superior before I get word to him.” The man saluted and bolted off the field, as it sunk into him to whom he was speaking. Aldebrando was known for 2 things amid the SS, his anger and his vengefulness, one of which he had just seen and the other he hoped to avoid. Aldebrando turned back to his personal pilot, the young man wasn’t even 25 yet, but Aldebrando trusted him more than any other pilot he had ever flown with. Due in no small part to the fact that he had overseen the boy’s training for most of his life.

“Laico, please take over teaching today’s lesson.” Aldebrando finished his sentence as a he heard the bell ring indicating the start of afternoon classes. He began to stride toward the school. He entered the building but instead of heading toward his class he instead strode into the office and without any formality walked into the Commandant’s office, he removed his hat, placing it under his arm and addressed the man.

“Herr Kommandant, I will be unable to attend this afternoon’s lessons. It seems that I have to find a new Flight Instructor for our little school.” Aldebrando and the Kommandant both knew that this meeting was merely a formality; Aldebrando wasn’t bound to the school as the other faculty & staff were, but the Kommandant was happy to have him.

“Understood Herzog Stabsführer, I hope you shall have a fruitful afternoon.” With that the Kommandant saluted Aldebrando and returned to his work as the man left. Aldebrando stepped out into the front office and grabbed the overhead speaker microphone and spoke.

“Gefolgschaftsführer Willis Köhler, please report to the front doors with Herzog von Württemberg’s car.” He then returned the microphone to the desk and headed to his office. He entered the room and placed his hat on the side table near the door; then began removing his HJ uniform, replacing it with his SS uniform. He then thought better of it and re-buttoned his uniform. He then went over to his desk and sat down, he reached into the papers pocket of his uniform and retrieved a little black book and shifted through some names before settling on one and picked up the receiver and tapped the carriage a few times till he heard a voice.

“Operator” The voice said,

“Please connect me to Sturmbannführer Hossfeldt of the SS-Race and Settlement Office.” The operator said something that was cut off in his enthusiasm, leaving Aldebrando with his thoughts. Aldebrando had attended an SS Officers dinner and had had the luxury of sitting next to the Herr Hossfeldt during the occasion and listened as the man raved about one of his friend’s sons, a Hauptmann in the Luftwaffe. The man sounded like the perfect person that Aldebrando wanted to speak to, those with SS friends tend to respond well when called upon to assist them. The phone clicked again and a voice came on the phone.

“Sturmbannführer Hossfeldt, whose this?” Aldebrando heard the man’s voice he sounded tired, most likely due to his being held up with the requirements of his office. Even Aldebrando whose work was far easier to palette he supposed then the works of the Race and Settlement Department.

“Herr Hossfeldt, this is Obersturmführer von Wurttemberg, SS-Liaison to the Reich Youth Office. We sat next to each other at the last officers’ dinner.” Aldebrando explained, hoping the man would remember him.

“Oh yes the Hitlerjungend man. What can the Race and Resettlement office do for you?” the man asked, remembering the charismatic young man. Though even without the lengthy explanation Himmler’s man within the HJ was known to all high ranking SS men.

“Herr Hossfeldt I was hoping that you could contact your Luftwaffe man, as I would like to have a meeting with him; seems that the local NPEA is in need of a new Flight Instructor.” Aldebrando explained.

“I see, well I am sure I can arrange a meeting. I shall return your call in a few moments. Where are you at?” Hossfeldt asked of the man.

“I am at the NPEA Berlin-Spandau.”

“Very well Obersturmführer, I shall return your call shortly.” Aldebrando gave the formal Heil Hitler farewell then hung up the phone. He graded a few papers while he awaited the man’s return call. His phone rang not even 5 minutes later, and Aldebrando answered.

“This is Obersturmführer von Württemberg.” He said as he picked up the phone.

“Von Württemberg this is Hossfeldt. I have spoken to Hauptman Rolf Jäger’s Secretary, he has an opening in his schedule for 1330 hours today.” Aldebrando looked to the mantle clock that he had in his NPEA Office, it read 1230 hours. “I have had her pencil you in.”

“Thank you Herr Hossfeldt, I owe you one.” He said, the Hauptman knew that he now had a favour with the SS-Liaison to the Reich Youth Office, and that was worth the phone call. So the two hailed Hitler again and then hung up their phones. Aldebrando got up and put one of his many leather portfolios into his satchel then retrieved his hat and placed it on his head. He knew it would take no less than 30 minutes to get back to Berlin, and then some more to get to the Hauptman’s office. He knew that he wouldn’t be late, but he still had to hurry. He stepped outside into the early afternoon sun, and was glad to see his vehicle already idling for him, with Willis Köhler waiting beside the open rear door. Aldebrando approached and when was half in the car he spoke to Köhler.

“Willis, please head to the Luftwaffe office in Berlin, and we have a little under an hour.” He then got fully into the vehicle and settled in for the long ride. The trip was rather uneventful, though Aldebrando made this trip at least once a week. The black Mercedes-Benz 770, bearing the flags of the SS and HJ pulled up to the Luftwaffe office in Berlin, 45 minutes after they left the NPEA, Köhler opened the door for Aldebrando to get out. Aldebrando pulled himself out of the car and turned to Köhler,

“Willis, you can go and get yourself some shaved ice, I shall be no less than half an hour. When you return go and park yourself with the other drivers, I shall call down for you when I am ready to leave.” He walked away before he got the thank you response from the boy. Aldebrando walked through the wrought iron gate of the Luftwaffe HQ, and then strode through the courtyard and entered the building. He consulted the list of occupants and then headed up to the office and knocked, entering the office and addressing the young woman who was sitting there.

“Greetings I am SS-Obersturmführer von Württemberg here for the 1330 appointment with the Hauptman.” His voice was charming and measured to accompany his stereotypical smile.

[Annabella Auerbach]

Anna had a very busy day. Sitting behind a desk didn't seem that stressing, but for the young secretary, it was. The young secretary had been sitting behind the oak desk for several hours signing paper after paper for the Hauptmann officer. Couldn't he do it himself? However, the girl would keep her mouth shut if she wanted to keep this bloody job of hers. She glanced over the desk. There sat Helga. She hated the woman. Detested her. The young Jewish woman was brought into such a workplace only to find her life. At least her life wasn't as miserable as it used to be. The work kept her going. Months ago, she had nothing but her empty apartment to keep her company. Those days were terrifyingly boring and dull. Anna was grateful.

She continued signing papers until she finished her last. She put her fountain pen down and sat back in her chair. Finally, she was done. She pulled herself up, moving from behind the desk. She began to walk down the hallway. She needed a cup of tea to keep her going. She entered the small room with a small pot over a steel oven. She took out her usual tea. Earl Grey tea. She began making herself a cup of tea by using the teapot. After she had finished, she made her way out of the tiny kitchen and strolled towards the hallway. She began making her way down the hallway. As she walked, she passed a few secretaries. She had become quite acquainted with a few of the secretaries in the workplace. They kept asking her how she had survived her first week with the Hauptmann. Anna just shrugged and answered 'I just did', with a small smile across her pale figure.

Anna strolled back to her desk, and gracefully sat behind it. She sipped a bit of her tea. She felt confused. Confused about how the other secretaries couldn't survive a week with the Hauptmann officer, and yet she could. The other secretaries found it amazing. Anna brushed off these thoughts by placing an new piece of parchment on her typewriter. The officer had asked her to type up a letter to another officer. She did as told. She began typing. The clicks of the typewriter rang through her ears as she tried her best not to make any mistakes while typing up the letter. She thought of typewriters were like everyday life. A person could never erase the mistakes they caused.

Her typing was distracted by a man's voice. The man's voice was charming. The young secretary glanced up from her status. The man had blond hair and blue eyes. Typical Aryan race. She was lost in her thoughts until she noticed his uniform and rank. She quickly stood up, almost knocking a few things down. She smiled a bit nervously. "Uh Ja, Herr. Recht dieser Weg, Herr," Did she say 'sir' too many times? She bit her bottom lip, moving out from behind her oak desk. She led the man toward a large, wooden door. She pushed it open, moving inside. "Herr, SS-Obersturmführer von Württemberg soll Sie hier sehen." she informed, standing up straight. [Translations: [1] Uh, yes sir. Right this way sir. [2] Sir, SS-Obersturmführer von Württemberg is here to see you.]

[Rolf Jäger]

Paperwork. The single most dreadfully - no, lethally boring thing in Rolf Jäger's life. He had been sitting in his office since the early morning, going through various documents having to do with new recruits, the training of fresh pilots and various details of maintenance and equipment. He was already used to spending a lot of time among papers - he had, after all, studied to become a lawyer and had done a fair amount of work in that particular field before joining the Luftwaffe - but he had to admit that legal matters had at least something comparable to excitement to them. The papers he was sorting through here in the Luftwaffe where mostly just formalities, a bunch of dreadful consequences of the Reich administrative system that had been apparently designed to be as confusing and complicated as possible.

The sandy-haired man leaned back in his chair and emitted a low, frustrated groan, raising hands up to his face to rub his eyes. The Hauptmann's office was quite simple and he liked to keep things that way. The walls had been decorated with various photographs, most of them depicting either horses or sleek German fighters. The images were accompanied by the almost mandatory picture of the Führer and this particular picture frame had been set in the center of the wall. In terms of furniture, the office was quite empty: in addition to the oaken desk and two chairs to it's both sides, there was only a nearly empty bookshelf housing a few folders and a stack of books having to do with aviation. Next to the wall there was an extra desk for a secretary and a typewriter, should the Hauptmann wish to dictate letters inside his own office. Behind the heavy desk a window opened up towards the street and a set heavy, blue drapes had been drawn to sides to let some light in.

Rolf's eyes turned towards the clock hanging above the door. He had been eyeing the metallic hands of the clock multiple times today and had become certain that time just moved slower inside the office. The Luftwaffe officer shook his head to clear up his mind and to better concentrate on his tasks again, when there was a knock from the door and a slender hand soon pushed it open carefully. Rolf glanced at the doorway from under his eyebrows and saw Anna standing in the doorway, looking as careful and shy as always. "Herr, SS-Obersturmführer von Württemberg soll Sie hier sehen," the dark-haired secretary announced, moving inside the office. Rolf regarded her with a puzzled look for a while, but then his expression was lit up with sudden recollection. "Aah, so," Rolf exclaimed slowly, the appointment had been arranged so suddenly, he had almost forgotten about it. He had no idea what someone from the Hitlerjugend might want with him, but the meeting had been set up by Sturmbannführer Hossfeld and Rolf knew that it was best to be of assistance to him. At least the meeting would break off the monotony of the day.

The young Hauptmann pushed the papers aside and got up from his seat, approaching the door to greet the Obersturmführer. Hauptmann Jäger was wearing his Feldblau Luftwaffe uniform and as most officers often did, had chosen to wear the top buttons of the blue-gray tunic open. He had pinned his NSDAP-membership badge to his black tie and instead of the usual jackboots was wearing a shiny pair of black riding boots. His Luftwaffe officer's cap was hanging in the clothes rack near the door along with a black leather jacket decorated with the silver eagle of the German Air Force. The man strode to the doorway almost casually and regarded the Obersturmführer carefully, before allowing him a small smile and an almost lazy salute after the Obersturmführer had saluted him first. Even as a member of the Nazi Party, Rolf had never really adopted the Hitler-salute and used the more traditional salute instead. "Obersturmführer von Württemberg. Bitte, komm herein. Hätten Sie gern etwas Kaffee?" the man asked courteously, although he did not even wait around to hear von Württemberg's answer. He already motioned for the man to step inside the office. "Bitte, nehmen Sie Platz."

Rolf waited for the Obersturmführer to step inside the office and the man rested his other hand against the frame of the door as he regarded his secretary. "Anna, bringen Sie etwas Kaffee für mich und den Obersturmführer," the Hauptmann commanded, although next his steel-grey eyes narrowed slightly and a sly smirk appeared on his lips. The Hauptmann leaned closer to Anna and his next words were mostly meant just for Anna alone. "Und mach schnell, eh, lieb?" the man said, his voice low and husky. He flashed the woman a roguish smile and waited until she had turned around to leave, his hand quickly finding it's way to craftily pinch the woman's behind. Rolf allowed himself a large and rather self-satisfied grin this time. He enjoyed teasing the young woman so immensely that it had become one of the more interesting things to visit the office for. If he got to see that confused and embarrassed look on Anna's face, then there had been at least something worthwhile about being confined to his office for an entire day.

Rolf turned around to regard his guest once again and the man strode back towards his desk, a somewhat smug smile still lingering on his lips as he sat down. "Also, Obersturmführer von Württemberg, hörte ich, dass Sie ein Freund von Sturmbannführer Hossfeld sind?" Hauptmann Jäger leaned comfortably back in his chair and placed his elbow on the handrest. His gestures had a certain carefree and flashy feel to them, but then again, the Hauptmann had a reputation of being a man of quickly changing moods. "Er sagte mir nur, dass Sie sich mit mir treffen möchten, aber mir warum genau nicht erzählten. So... Was kann ich für Sie, Obersturmführer tun?


Translations:

"Aah, so."
"Aah, right."

"Obersturmführer von Württemberg. Bitte, komm herein. Hätten Sie gern etwas Kaffee?"
"Obersturmführer von Württemberg. Please, step on in. Would you like to have a cup of coffee?"

"Bitte, nehmen Sie Platz."
"Do take a seat."

"Anna, bringen Sie etwas Kaffee für mich und den Obersturmführer."
"Anna, fetch some coffee for me and the Obersturmführer."

"Und mach schnell, eh, lieb?"
"And make it quick, will you, dear?"

"Also, Obersturmführer von Württemberg, hörte ich, dass Sie ein Freund von Sturmbannführer Hossfeld sind?"
"So, Obersturmführer von Württemberg, I heard you are a friend of Sturmbannführer Hossfeld's?"

"Er sagte mir nur, dass Sie sich mit mir treffen möchten, aber mir warum genau nicht erzählten. So... Was kann ich für Sie, Obersturmführer tun?
"He only told me that you wish to meet with me, but did not tell me why, exactly. So... What can I do for you, Obersturmführer?

[Aldebrando von Württemberg]

Aldebrando followed the young woman toward the office of the Hauptman. Aldebrando stood rigid as a board, as he heard himself announced. As he heard the exclamation of the man he was meant to meet with, he suddenly realised that he had forgotten to remove his hat, and discreetly did so, while using the young woman to cover his faux pas. As the man approached him, with his cap now firmly under his left arm, Aldebrando snapped to attention and saluted in perfect form.

“Heil Hitler! Herr Hauptman.” Aldebrando watched as the man lazily saluted in response to his more accepted one. If the Hauptman had been one of his boy’s, or even had the hosting been reversed, he would’ve pressed the man to salute him properly. But now was neither the time nor the place, to be pushing buttons. The man asked him a question then wandered away from him after asking, but then asked him to step inside and have a seat. So Aldebrando moved through the door with the grace of a long time fencer and moved to stand next to a chair, awaiting his host, as it would be uncouth to sit before your host. Aldebrando watched as the man flirt with the young woman, and pinch her behind. Though he personally found the treatment unacceptable, though that had more to do with the age of the people who hung around his own office then any personal qualms about the matter, he couldn’t help but smile for only a moment. He was here for business after all, and it wouldn’t help to have him appear anything but professional. As the man returned he asked of Aldebrando, if how he had become friends with Hossfeld as he took his own seat. Aldebrando moved to take his own, again betraying the grace of his training.

“I cannot say that I know him overly well. It was just that he had spoken of you at last week’s SS Officers dinner.” He paused as the Hauptman asked of him another question and then continued with further explanation. “He spoke highly of your talents and position, thus when I had to fire my SS-Flight Instructor today, I knew that you would be the only man in the Luftwaffe to ask about finding a replacement.” Aldebrando was not known to be a man to beat around the bush; he always seemed to find a way to get straight to the point.

[Annabella Auerbach]

Annabella stood at the door, watching the Hauptmann officer move in close. His nose almost touched hers. She stood there, trembling her skirt off, not knowing when to move. "Und mach schnell, eh, lieb?" his wolfish voice rang through her ears. This made poor Anna grow even more nervous and frightened. Her eyes trailed away from his, gazing toward the other man. Pinch. She jumped a little bit. A rush of pink ran through her pale cheeks. Her heart raced. She gazed over towards the Hauptmann officer. What was this man trying to get at? She shook her thoughts off. Her wrist slightly trembled. She took a step back, giving one quick nod, and rushed outside the dreadful office.

She moved down the hallway. She still felt that severely uncomfortable pinch of his. This made shivers run down her weak spine. She gazed at the secretaries behind the desks. They all gazed back, a little bit wide-eyed. Annabella gulped. She must have been in a state where she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She rubbed her cold arm. She glanced away. Her eyes were now stuck on the gray ground she walked upon. Her eye slightly winced at what she had just encountered. Did the Hauptmann officer think she was his little puppet or something? Several thoughts ran through the young secretary's mind. These thoughts made her wince.

She finally reached the tiny kitchen, which was freely connected to the work area. She quietly made her way toward the teapot, placing a few spoons of grounded coffee inside. She added two full cups of water inside the teapot and placed it above the stove. She heard somebody behind her. This forced Anna to jump a little. She quickly turned around to gaze at the figure that had just walked in. Oh thank goodness, Anna thought. It was just another secretary that worked in the area. Francesca gazed at Annabella with a confusing look on her face. "Sind Sie o.k.?

[/i] asked Francesca. Annabella sighed and replied, "Ja ja, Fran." she smiled weakly. [Translations: [1] Are you okay?]

The sound of the teapot going off startled her. She wrapped her soft hand around the iron handle and poured the coffee into two cups. She watched Fran still making her tea. She remembered her own tea, still sitting on her oak desk. She sighed, moving out of the tiny kitchen. She moved down the hallway and back to the Hauptmann officer's office. She opened the large door with her strong hip. She was still carrying both coffee's with both hands, so that clearly indicated that she could not open the door. Good thing the door wasn't fully closed or that would have been a problem for her.

She moved into the office, closing the door behind her, using her leg. The door slightly slammed. She silently walked towards the desk and placed both the cups of coffee in front of both men. She nodded once, moving away from the desk and standing a great distance from both men. There was a very uncomfortable feeling about this. She was clearly standing in a room with both men who were clearly members of the Nazi party. She was Jew. She couldn't help but feel rather awkward. She felt so out of place. "Brauchen Sie noch etwas, Sir?" she softly asked. She stood in the dark corner, rubbing her arm a little bit, awaiting for an answer. [Translations: Need anything else, sir?][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Rolf Jäger]

Rolf eyed the officer of the Hitler-Jugend, grumbling inwardly at his stiff and overly important mannerisms. Personally he could appreciate the proper military etiquette, at least when it suited his mood, but he had always looked down on the overly important military officers. What did they think, that the Führer was watching them every moment of the day, that promotions would rain down from heavens if they knew how to salute? Rolf would often get on their wrong side by his sometimes overly relaxed behaviour, although he knew better than to start loafing around the higher ranked officers. He didn't feel it was necessary to be all too official with this particular officer, though and would have actually delighted in making this "von Württemberg" grow annoyed with him. Rolf had not really asked to meet the man and had only agreed to meet him out of common courtesy. So, no, he really did not try to hide the fact that he had pinched his secretary's backside, nor did he care if he appeared somewhat unofficial, sitting casually in his chair. He outranked the man, SS or not and this was his office - he had room for being his flashy and arrogant self.

The Obersturmführer answered his questions promptly, telling the Hauptmann that he was not a personal acquaintance of Hossfeld's, but had merely met him during a SS-officer's dinner. This made the young Luftwaffe officer arch his eyebrow slightly, it seemed like his time was being wasted, but since the SS-officer had come to personally visit Rolf in his office instead of just calling him, he decided to hear the man out. He could use a break from going through papers, anyway and maybe this man could prove useful to him in return. Fortunately the Obersturmführer went straight to his point, telling Jäger that he had fired the SS - Flight Instructor previously and needed a replacement. Rolf listened to him attentively enough, the gaze of his steel-grey eyes sharp and somewhat calculating.

"Also, Sie brauchen einen Fluglehrer für Ihren Hitlerjugend dann?" the Hauptmann said in a low and curiously husky voice, his words obviously just a mere notion instead of an actual question. Rolf rubbed his chin with his fingers and narrowed his eyes as if in deep thought. "Mmmm... So, ich kenne wirklich einige hervorragende Piloten mit der Kampferfahrung und mehr als genug Kenntnisse für Ihren Hitler-Jugend. Ich fing im Nationalsozialistisches Flieger-Korps ich selbst an, so verstehe ich die Wichtigkeit davon, die Ausbildung von neuen Piloten in einem jungen Alter anzufangen. Hatten Sie einen spezifischen Zeitrahmen im Sinn, Obersturmführer? Ich kann verstehen, dass Sie einen neuen Lehrer so schnell wie möglich, aber dafür brauchen, wie lange würden Sie denjenigen verlangen? Ich habe auf mehrere Kandidaten bereits, aber ich kann nicht sie auf dem Grund behalten für immer.." the Hauptmann glanced towards the door when it was bumped open and Anna appeared inside the office, balancing the two cups of fresh coffee in her hands.

Rolf allowed his secretary a brief, crooked smile, waiting until the woman had set the coffee cups down on the desk. Anna took a few careful steps back, meekly asking the Hauptmann if he needed something else. Her question made the smirk on Rolf's face widen slightly and he motioned towards the shelf, situated only a step or two away from the desk. "Geben Sie mir die Mappe mit dem 1. Jagdgeschwader Dienstplan," the man commanded, his eyes lingering lazily on the secretary when she moved to the shelf and find the correct folder. They were all clearly labeled and organized - Rolf Jäger might have been an eccentric officer, but unorganized he certainly was not. When the woman had found the correct file and brought it to the Hauptmann, the man reached for a small stack of paper, handing it to the young secretary. "Sie können da drüben sitzen und sich Notizen machen, ich habe genug auf meiner Meinung, wie es ist. Würde nichts verpassen wollen," Rolf told the woman, his grey eyes glinting with mischief and delight. The man reached for the pen sitting near the edge the table, but instead of actually picking it up, nudged it off the table with one of his fingers. "Oh, es tut mir furchtbar leid. Können Sie das aufnehmen, lieb? Und Besten Dank für den Kaffee... recht viel." Rolf's words dripped with sarcasm and he revealed a row of white teeth, flashing a wolfish grin at Anna. The Hauptmann waited until the woman had bended down to pick up the pen, reaching for his coffee absentmindedly as his gaze still stayed on the young woman. After this delightful little show was over, Rolf turned his attention back to the Obersturmführer and raised his brows, looking quite mirthful and satisfied. He did not care what the Obersturmführer thought of his boyish games with his young and enticing secretary and the look in the man's eyes almost challenged for the Obersturmführer to say something so Rolf could snap at him.

Then the moment was suddenly over and the Hauptmann sipped at his coffee casually while opening the folder and flipping through the documents. "Wie oft wäre der Lehrer gefragt? Ich konnte für Ihre Hitler-Jugend Jungen Vorkehrungen treffen ... Sie können sie Jungen nennen, können Sie nicht? So, ganz gleich was ich sagte, war dass ich für sie sogar Vorkehrungen treffen konnte, um den Flugplatz zu besuchen, vielleicht einige von ihnen zu haben, begleiten einige meiner Piloten in einem Bomber, um zu sehen, was es ist. Funken dass fliegender Geist, richtig?" the man suggested with a small smirk.


Translations:

"Also, Sie brauchen einen Fluglehrer für Ihren Hitlerjugend dann?"
"So, you need a Flight Instructor for your Hitlerjugend, then?"

"Mmmm... So, ich kenne wirklich einige hervorragende Piloten mit der Kampferfahrung und mehr als genug Kenntnisse für Ihren Hitlerjugend..."
"Mmmm... Well, I do know some brilliant pilots with combat experience and more than enough knowledge for your Hitler Jugend. I started in the Nationalsozialistisches Flieger-Korps myself, so I understand the importance of starting the training of new pilots at a young age. Did you have some specific timeframe in mind, Obersturmführer? I can understand that you need a new instructor as quickly as possible, but for how long would you require one? I have several candidates in mind already, but I cannot keep them on ground forever.."

"Geben Sie mir die Mappe mit dem 1. Jagdgeschwader Dienstplan."
"Get me the folder with the 1st Jagdgeschwader roster."

"Sie können da drüben sitzen und sich Notizen machen, ich habe genug auf meiner Meinung, wie es ist. Würde nichts verpassen wollen."
"You can sit over there and take notes, I have enough on my mind as it is. Wouldn't want to miss anything."

"Oh, es tut mir furchtbar leid. Können Sie das aufnehmen, lieb? Und Besten Dank für den Kaffee... recht viel."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Mind picking that up, dear? And thank you for the coffee... ever so much."

"Wie oft wäre der Lehrer gefragt? Ich konnte für Ihre Hitler-Jugend Jungen Vorkehrungen treffen..."
"How often would the instructor be needed? I could arrange for your Hitler-Jugend boys... you can call them boys, can you not? Well, no matter, what I was saying was that I could even arrange for them to visit the airfield, maybe have a few of them accompany some of my pilots in a bomber to see what it's like. Spark that flying spirit, right?"