Kitten? (open to two people)

[hansvonspekle]

OOC: This thread was inspired by this: pixdaus.com/pics/ad69ldSYsQF8u57WMc.jpg

Hans woke to the sound of birds chirping and light shining through his eyes. He sat up on his bunk, stretched, and stood up. He looked around the barracks, a couple men were still sleeping, but most were already up and outside.

Hans unfolded his trousers and pulled them on, and then put his arms through his tunic. He buttoned his tunic and looked himself down in a mirror. Not bad looking, Hans thought to himself as he pulled on a field cap and burst through the barrack door to greet the day.

He started to jog around the vacant training area, once, then twice, and three times. He came to a stop, catching his breath as he walked down the path to the mess hall. The path exited the training area, went through a small section of trees and green brush, and then led to the second section of the base.

He started to walk through the brush, swatting away some gnats and trying to remember where he left his can opener. Meow. Hans stopped, but continued, thinking he was hearing something. Meooow. Hans was sure he had heard something. He approached the brush and parted a few branches and, what?

It was a small cat, a kitten. A tiny little thing, Grey and white, with bushy hair and a Grey patch over her eye. Or was it male? The kitten re-kindled a youth-like feeling that he hadn't had for a long time. "Kommen Sie hören kleinen Kerl!" Hans said, reaching out for it. He wrapped his hands around its tiny midsection and stood up.

A smile grew across his face as he looked at it's tiny features. "Ich will Sie Führer! Sie sehen aus wie ein kleiner Führer!" Hans said playfully as he walked down the path to play with his new, but forbidden, pet.

TRANSLATION
Kommen Sie hören kleinen Kerl!
Come hear little guy!

Ich will Sie Führer! Sie sehen aus wie ein kleiner Führer!
I will name you Führer! You look like a little leader!

[laukkenan]

Vaalto woke suddenly as the truck went over a bump on the dark muddy road which was full holes. The first thing he noticed was the climate change. ”Se on joten harras tähän.” As soon as the words were out he remembered he was in Germany now, and that he should be speaking German. The time was 0928 HRS, and then another thought came to Vaalto. The time zones had changed when he got off the ship into Germany the other day.

The truck had the canvas top off, for it was mid summer in southern Germany. The temperature had Vaalto in the slums. At around 0934 HRS in Germany, the truck came to an abrupt stop, and then the voice of some one yelling ” Jeder aus der Lkw-und fallen, und Sie in den skandinavischen, raus hier, ich habe Ihre Aufträge.” Vaalto grabbed his rifle and walked forward and jumped out of the truck, to see an Aryan in a gray officer uniform.

” Hier bist ihrer Verordnungen, und wohin Sie sind vermutlich zu überprüfen in.” the Lieutenant told Vaalto. “Vielen Dank, Sir.” Vaalto replied, as he grabbed the paper the Lieutenant was holding out for him. As he started to walk off into the forest trail, he heard the Lieutenant say something under his breath.

Vaalto walked into the forest. The sunshine went through the leaves and made the forest look even more beautiful to Vaalto, than the Alpine forests looked like. On the trail he heard a meooow. Upon hearing this he started to walk faster and saw a German soldier crouched near the ground, and by him was a small kitten. Vaalto was not used to German Military rules and said ”Seine, dass Ihre Katze?”


Translations
” Se on joten harras tähän.”
“It is so warm here.”

” Jeder aus der Lkw-und fallen, und Sie in den skandinavischen, raus hier, ich habe Ihre Aufträge.”
“Everyone from the truck fall in, and the Scandinavian, get out here, I have your orders.”

”Hier bist ihrer Verordnungen, und wohin Sie sind vermutlich zu überprüfen in.”
“Here are the regulations, and where you are to check in.”

“Vielen Dank, Sir”
“Thank you, sir.”

“Seine, dass Ihre Katze?”
“Is that your kitten.”

[laukkenan]

sorry for double posting, but is Hans going to reply or is this closed?

[deutschlandschutze]

Dietrich opened his eyes. They peered up into a beautiful blue sky, dotted with big white clouds that drifted lazily by. He was taken back to Sunday as a boy. Laying in the grassy fields dreaming of being in the Army. He smiled at the memory. A slight breeze blew across his face, bringing relief to the otherwise warm morning.

Dietrich sat up and stretched out. Slowly he rose to his feet and slipped his suspenders back over his undershirt. He gathered his gray feldbluse, slipped it on, and buttoned it up to the top button. He smiled again, remembering his grandmother. The last time he saw her, at age eight, she had told him to button his top button or else he would catch pneumonia. Ever since, he would button all of his shirts to the top button, no matter the temperature. He knew it was a foolish habit but at the same time he cherished it because in it he remembered his grandmother.

His belt and equipment lay nearby along with his rifle, which was propped up against a tree. The belt clasped on snug. Dietrich smoothed out his clean uniform and pulled on the ends to even it out all the way around. Slinging the Mauser over his shoulder, he crouched down and collected his helmet off the ground. The steel reflected the sunlight nicely. Dietrich stopped to marvel at it before placing it on his head. The weight of it now made him feel comfortable. At first it had been a burden and made his neck sore. Now, he felt odd if he did not have its familiar feel.

Dietrich looked around and then at his watch. He still had about two hours before he had to report for duty. He saw a shady wood ahead of him and a small dirt path leading into it. Deliberating shortly, Dietrich made for the wood. His black jack boots plodded the soft earth beneath them as he made his way deeper into the small forest. Birds chirped around him, adding their gentle song to the other noises of the forest. Dietrich was able to completely relax in this setting and enjoyed himself immensely.

Stopping occasionally to admire the beauty of the forest, Dietrich continued along the path. He stopped short and listened when he heard a small commotion up ahead. His ear picked up words being exchanged but he could not make out the content. Dietrich advanced along the path. Rounding a corner he came upon two German soldiers, both were kneeling down. As he drew nearer, he realized that there was a small kitten between them. "Guten Morgen, Kameraden! Wem gehört er?"

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Translation:

Guten Morgen, Kameraden! Wem gehört er?:
Good morning, comrades! Who does he belong to?

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

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