Ein typischer Tag am Stab [open]

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Country:Poland
Current Time:8:00 pm
Weather Conditions:A bit cold




Sepp walked down to the local tavern as usual and sat at the bar. He told the bartender "Get me a glass of Stroh 80 quickly please". The bartender quickly got Sepp's drink and set it in front of him. Sepp nodded to him and started sipping the Stroh 80 and looked around at all the drunk Germans that are talking amongst each other and staggering around hitting into tables and one even ran into the piano while the guy was playing it. He sighed and continued to drink, after a while he got bored of drinking and decided to go outside for a cigarette. After realizing he had no cigarettes he sighed again and walked back inside thinking "What the hell i really could've used a smoke". He tried not to seem depressed to be alone without any cigarettes but he was nervous to speak to the other Germans for Sepp does not have good social skills.


After finishing the Stroh 80 he asked the bartender for another but the bartender wasn't answering, this angered Sepp. Sepp Yelled to the bartender "Erhalten Sie mir ein Bier, das Sie Slob polieren!". The bartender glanced to him and sneered. Sepp waited for the bartender to walk in front of Sepp. Once the bartender did this Sepp Grabbed the bartender and punched him three times in the face and let go of him and said to him "Hohn an mir wieder und an Ihnen verliert Ihr Leben". The bartender grabbed hold of his nose and nodded to Sepp. The rest of the Germans stopped talking and looked to Sepp. The bartender gave Sepp another Stroh 80. Sepp begain to drink the Stroh 80 and realized no one was talking and were staring at him. He quickly said "Was? Sie haben nie einen Polen gesehen, vorher geschlagen zu erhalten?".Everyone stopped staring at Sepp and starting talking amongst each other again.



Sepp Downed his Stroh 80 again and after cooling down from being angry apologized to the Pole and ordered another one. Sepp planned on getting drunk that night and hell he wasn't that far from it. After about a half an hour he had already finished three Stroh 80's and that's when he was Drunk. His head was swaying everywhere and he got up and started singing at the top of his lungs the Hortwessel lied. The Germans looked to him and than soon began to join in. Even the pole was swaying side to side when this was being sung. it was so loud that people down the street could hear it. Half way through the song Sepp Stopped singing and sat down, the other Germans continued the song. Sepp nodded to the pole, and within two minutes there was another Stroh 80 infront of Sepp. He nodded down to the pole that now had stopped being angry with Sepp. After the men finished the song Sepp made some small talk with the pole, But was soon bored of that and stopped.




Translations:

Ein typischer Tag am Stab
A typical day at the bar

Erhalten Sie mir ein Bier, das Sie Slob polieren!
Get me a beer you polish slob!

Was? Sie haben nie einen Polen gesehen, vorher geschlagen zu erhalten?
What? they never seen a polish man get beat before?


Hohn an mir wieder und an Ihnen verliert Ihr Leben
Sneer at me again and you will loose your life

[Franz Walters]

Franz walked into the tavern, needing a drink. It was chilly outside, and he was glad, since he was based in Africa, and got time to visit the tavern. He was pretty jolly, until he saw and old friend, Sepp, looking sad. He walked next to Sepp and spoke, "Sepp! Is that you?! Blasted, haven't seen you in ages! How is it?" Franz ordered a beer, and looked at the stage. Just a young girl, trying to keep the soldiers happy, so she could be paid minimum wage. That sounded sorta like Franz wanted it, just he didn't wanted to dance, and he would be owning the buisness. He wanted a garage. He would fix up automobiles, paint them, and even make some. That sounded like the life to Franz. But instead, he was stuck up in this war, fighting in the middle of a hot desert. "So, how's it been? I've been based in Africa. Just a hot desert, stuck in trenches, foxholes, and shooting bombs and bullets at eachother. Sepp, feel free not to speak back to this, but what have you wanted to do when this war is over? I have always wanted to open a garage." Franz drank from his beer, and waited for his friends response.

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

As Sepp sat there not acknowledging Franz he thought of home. He thought of how both his parents were dead and he wondered if his brother was still alive as well. Once Sepp hear Franz ask how he has been Sepp said "Oh hey Franz i'm alright, how are you?". After Sepp said this he immediately heard Franz say how he wants to own a garage after the war. Sepp thought to himself, How stupid is this man?, does he honestly think he will survive this war?, face it the Allied forces will most likely win. Sepp than decided to say something to Franz. "hmm what makes you think we will survive through this war?, and if we do i plan on finding me a nice woman settling down, starting a family and buying a big piece of land in czechslovakia to turn into a farm." Sepp said hesitantly.



Sepp was embarssed to tell anyone of what he planed to do after the war. Sepp did not like speaking of himself much because he thought of it as a bad thing. He never really cared what anyone said except for some people the only people he cared about, his brother and his friends. Franz was not considered a friend nor a foe, just an Acquaintance. Franz thought Sepp as a friend but Sepp did not think the same of Franz.


After responding to Franz, Sepp started to remember the battle field the screams of pain, the bloody dead bodies laying everywhere, this would bother most men but it barely bothered Sepp. Sepp thought of himself as a heartless bastard. He did not care what others thought of himself. Sepp believed that once on the battle filed you gotta do what you gotta do to get the job done no matter what it was. Even if it was a fellow comrade's life that had to be lost.

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

Poland was indeed the frozen version of hell on Earth. It was cold, icy, muddy, and bloody hellish. Of course, the Dane was used to the weather. Hauptluftwebel Fritjof Kjeldsen's Luftstaffel was grounded due to bad weather. The three Me-109s and the Arado were sitting in their hangars waiting for a storm to pass over. So, the pilot was given leave and he was now spending it in the local bar. He walked in, knowing he would be the only pilot in the establishment.

He adjusted his long coat and walked up to the bar. He sat down by a Wehrmacht Obergefreiter and Obergrenadier. He looked up to the bartender, "giben mir ein Bier, bitte." The man sloshed a stein of beer to the Dane and turned back to cleaning some of the glasses behind the counter. The hauptfeldwebel looked over to him, took a gulp of the beer, and spoke as he heard the men talking about a farm.

"Klingt gut für mich, Obergefreiter. Ich habe zu leben, auf einem Bauernhof in Dänemark. Wir Kühe gezüchtet. Interessant Sache tatsächlich." He stopped and took another drink of the beer and wallowed in the warm air of the bar. He wished he was flying right now. There was really nothing like taking a dive that you could pull out of at the very last second as you drop a bomb on allied soldiers. A smile came to his face as he thought of the great feeling--it was better than sex.

He kicked back on his stool as far as he could and pulled out a cigar from his pocket, a memento that he had 'picked up' from the commandant of the airfield. He cut the tip off with his knife and lit it up before taking a long drag from the tobacco. He savoured the breath and let it out again. He tapped the end on the counter and began on the beer again.

Translations:
~Give me a beer, please.
~Sounds good to me, Obergefreiter. I used to live on a farm in Denmark. We bred cows. Funny business actually.

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Sepp sat there staring off blankly, when all of a sudden he heard a pilot saying how he had lived on a farm and bred the cows. Sepp looked to him and nodded while saying, "mhm we were talking of what we want to do after this war, sorry if i haven't introduced my self, i am Obergefreiter Sepp Reinard, and this fellow next to me is Obergrenadier Franz Walters". Sepp put his hand out to the now smoking Pilot. After he shook hand with the pilot Sepp got up and stretched his legs a bit. He than sat down and looked back to the pilot. "So what brings a pilot to this Shit hole of a bar?". The bartender over heard this and gave Sepp a dirty look behind his back, than went back to cleaning. Sepp looked back to the bartender and said " Ein anderes Stroh 80 schnell! und wenn Sie oben mit diesem Getränk bumsen, das ich Sie zu einer Masse schlage, mir Sie erhalten dummer Pfosten?".



The bartender quickly made Sepp's drink and set it in front of Sepp. Sepp than said "Danke". Sepp sipped his drink a bit and watched the pilot smoke a cigar. " so Pilot, wie es hohes im Himmel aussieht?". Sepp waited for a response. While waiting for a response Sepp thought of women and how he wants a farm after the war. He also thought of when he was a boy how his grandfather would take him to a friend's farm to see the animals. Sepp loved Animals he especially loved Dogs, He remembered his first dog Heinrich it was a German Shepard. He remembered how the dog would sleep next to him. He smiled a bit to this memory.



"Did you have any pets as a child pilot? What kind? what was it's name?" Sepp questioned the pilot rather quickly. Sepp took his glass of Stroh 80 and took a gulp, and returned his attention to the pilot. Sepp closed his eyes for a moment, he started to see images of his first kill. This scared Sepp a bit. Sepp quickly opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked at the pilot than to Franz. "Franz do me a favor please, go get me a cigarette please". Sepp looked to the pilot, he examined the pilot's close and facial features. The pilot looked rather war tired but yet very happy. Sepp Wondered why the Pilot was happy and what he was thinking about.





Translations

~Another Stroh 80 fast! and if you fuck up with this drink i will beat you to a pulp, got me you stupid pole?

~thank you

~ So pilot, what is it like up in the sky

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

The man was obviously drunk. It was probably his third or fourth drink he was just getting. The Pole behind the counter made a look that told Fritjof that it was definitely number four. He looked back to the man, took a drink from the beer and a drag from the cigar, and spoke to him, answering the questions. "Ja, ich habe einige Haustiere, wie ein Kind. Ich hatte eine Reihe von Kühen, Katzen, Hunde und Hühner. Außerdem hatte ich ein wunderbares Pferden. Katalina und Handr." He remembered his time in Holstein.

He stopped and took another drag on the cigar. "Wie für den Himmel, der Himmel ist der größte Ort in der Erde. Niemand kann verstehen, Piloten, bis sie haben dort. Vielleicht, wenn Sie nüchtern Ich werde Sie für eine Fahrt." A large grin came a across his face as he sat back and looked at the man. He was patronising now. If the man was drunk, he wouldn't notice. He again retired tot he drink and cigar.

Sitting up slightly, he spoke again. "Wo kommst du aus, Obergefreiter. Ich glaube Deutschland, oder Österreich." He sat back and took in the environment. The crushing sound of German language filled the room just as the scent of sweaty beer wafted about the cramped chamber. Fritjof took a deep breath of it and blew it out as he blew the cigar smoke out. There was too little to do here. He needed to get out and do something, anything.

Translations:
~Yes, I had some pets as a child. I had a number of cows, cats, dogs, and hens. I also had a wonderful pair of horses. Katalina and Handr.
~As for the sky; the sky is the greatest place in Earth. No-one can understand pilots until they've been up there. Perhaps when you're sober I'll take you up for a ride.
~Where are you from, Obergefreiter? Germany, Austria?

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

After Sepp heard Fritjof say that Fritjof would take Sepp into the air after he was sober, and than saw him smile about it. This angered Sepp a bit. " Was bedeuten Sie nüchternes? , werde ich nicht noch Versuchs getrunken. versuchen Sie, mich zu sagen sind irgendeine Art Alkoholiker?". Sepp than heard a Question. " Ich? ich komme aus der Tschechoslowakei" Sepp replied. Sepp than sipped out of the Stroh 80, leaving it only half empty. He than stood up looked around and asked " wo ist das Badezimmer?". After the Pole pointed to the bathroom Sepp walked to the bathroom.


While Sepp was in the bathroom two drunk Germans walked into the bathroom and started acting like a bunch of idiots. Sepp thought to himself " schließen Sie die Idioten ab, bereits getrunken. wenn sie alles beginnen, erhalten sie es". Sepp finished up pissing and went to walk to the sink and one of the Germans pushed Sepp a bit. Sepp turned around and swung, His fist hitting one of the Germans straight in the nose. The German grabbed his nose and fell backwards to the ground. The other German swung at Sepp but missed. Sepp grabbed the Germans arm and pushed up on the elbow, The arm broke. The German was about to yell in pain when Sepp grabbed his mouth and held it so he could not scream. Sepp than put some toilet paper in the Germans mouth and dropped him to the ground. After washing his hands Sepp walked out of the bathroom and toward his seat. Suddenly the Pole asked what was all the noise and Sepp stared to him. "Nothing at all, one of the Germans fell that is all" Sepp replied without emotion. The pole nodded and walked to the other end of the bar. Sepp looked to Fritjof and said " Lassen Sie uns hier verlassen schnell". Sepp than quickly got up left some money on the counter and walked out.



Translations


- What do you mean sober? i am not drunk, do you think i am some kind of alcoholic?

-Me? i come from Czechoslovakia.

-where is the bathroom?

- Complete idiots, Drunk already. If they try anything they are going to get it.

-Let us get out of here quickly

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

CP:
Sepp Reinard: 6CP

Fritjof Kjeldsen: 4CP

Franz Walters: 1CP


~Dan