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[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

"Incoming!!" A man yelled in German as a huge explosion erupted behind him knocking him to the ground. The man who had yelled this was now in front of Freidrich completely obliterated and he kept repeating the same words over and over. "Why didn't you help me,Corporal? Why did this happen?"

Freidrich snapped up straight in his bed sweating bullets. He realized it was just a dream,but it felt so real. He got out of bed and went to the sink. He splashed some of the water over his face and looked into the mirror at himself. The reflection looking back at him wasn't his own,though. It was indeed the face of the bloody soldier in his dream. Freidrich quickly shut his eyes and then opened them to see his own normal reflection.

Freidrich returned to his bunk to get his watch. Four-thirty in the morning. It was half and hour before he normally would've gotten up so he did what he normally would've,read his Bible. His Bible was truly the only thing that comforted him in this horrible world that he knew.

Freidrich looked at his watch again. Five o' clock. He got up and got dressed. He then went through the morning routine that he had every morning: get dressed,brush teeth,comb hair,and wake the recruits. He did the last thing with more gusto than normal.

"Get up! Get up you soldier's of Germany!" Freidrich yelled as to wake up his recruits. "Anyone who isn't outside in five exact minutes,will be left behind to catch up to the rest of his squad." After Freidrich was done with waking the men,mostly boys as he saw, Freidrich walked outside to wait for them. He was lookinbg at his watch every few seconds, counting them down. He saw a few recruits burst out of the door as if they had just seen a very attractive woman and trying to get to her first. He looked over the group and saw five young men. Freidrich knew most of their name's which he noted in his head. "Heinrich, Rudolph, Hans,Edrien, and the last one's name he couldn't remember as it was not required to know the name's of you're recruits.

Freidrich looked at his watch once more. Five minutes was up. He saw fourteen men in front of him. Fifteen was in his group. "Well,looks like there's a lady in our barracks today,boys." Freidrich said. In saying this a few of the boys laughed.

"Well let's leave the missy to her work." In saying that Freidrich pivoted on his heel and started at a well-paced jog on a five mile run.

[Annabella Auerbach]

"Get up! Get up you soldier's of Germany!"

Edrien's body shot straight up. What? He glanced around huffing for breath. Oh, normal routine. He thought there was some sort of explosion going on. Good. Safety - Edrien thought. He glanced around at the other soldiers beginning to get dressed and ready for the day. Edrien shot himself out of bed and began with his daily routine. Brush teeth. Take a quick five second shower. Put on uniform and so on so forth.

He rushed out the doors of the barracks and stood in front of the Corporal. He noticed that he was the first of the five men. This made Edrien smirk and feel proud of himself. That was quite the record hitter, he thought to himself. One minute and eighteen seconds, he thought as he kept his smirk on watching the other men join them. He then kept his gaze on the Corporal. How did he get up so early? It was one question nobody would ever answer. It was quite awkward, too.

"Well,looks like there's a lady in our barracks today,boys."

Edrien couldn't but give out a small snicker at those words. It must've been Rolf, he was the newest recruit. Edrien was probably the oldest. The other boys snickered too. Rudolph nudged Edrien and whispered something into his ear, smirking. Edrien smirked back giving another snicker. They were only young boys, they had their own thoughts and toys. Anyways, Edrien stood quite straight giving the Corporal a Wehrmacht salute of respect, as well as the other boys. Many more joined them later on.

Edrien began jogging right behind the Corporal keeping his gaze on his movements. The other boys assisted the Corporal in this sort of movement too. Sooner or later, Edrien found himself catching up with Corporal Blutstein. He was jogging side by side with him. He kept his gaze in front of him not daring to look back or he would fall behind. He didn't even work up a sweat that morning. He hated mornings though, they just never appealed to his liking. He loved night. It was just him.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

The group got to the end of the five-mile jog without very many problems at all. Freidrich noticed that the boy,that always seemed to be around, kept a steady pace next to him during the jog. At the end of the jog Freidrich had the boys do many more excersises. He pushed them with derogatory comments,such as calling them women,or insulting them saying they will never see the end of the war if they keep up the laziness.

By the end of the training all the boys looked tired and out of breathe. Freidrich was happy to see this because he hgad one more thing up his sleeve.

"Alright,boys." Freidrich barked. "What one of you thinks they can bring me down with a punch to the stomach." Freidrich challenged. He knew he could withstand a hit from anyone of these children,but he wanted to see who would want to take a crack at his instructor.

"Anybody at all? No?" Freidrich was dissappointed so he said, "If noone volunteers,noone will eat. If noone can accomplish what I've asked,you all go hungry." He said these words in a serious almost devious way.

Freidrich stood there for about a minute waiting. Finally,young Rudolph said he would try. Rudolph pulled back his arm with all of his might and struck his Corporal with the punch. To Freidrich this felt like a small rock thrown at him. Rudolph then started punching randomly at the Corporal. Freidrich countered his third punch by twisting his arm behind his head and throwing him face-first into the dirt. Many of the other boys laughed when Rudolph toppled over like a pile of bricks.

"Never attack you're opponent with senseless strikes. This will eventually end you, child." Freidrich said to Rudolph. "If all of you do as he did,you will all taste the putridity of Russia's dirt. Understand me?" Freidrich asked. The boys replied by all saying "Yes,sir." at once.

Freidrich showed the boys a few moves to break the strangle-hold, how to counter a face or stomach punch, how to counter a kick, and how to eventually kill their opponent with 'neck-breaking' speed.

[Annabella Auerbach]

Wow. Training wasn't that hard to Edrien. It was quite hard but he was by now, getting quite used to this sort of treatment. Blutstein had called him a woman more than five times as Edrien did his push-ups. Edrien just growled it away, pushing away his thoughts and focusing on his harsh training. It wasn't easy. No it wasn't easy at all.

When Friedrich had asked one of the boys to punch him in the stomach. He refused. He didn't just refuse because he knew he would lose to the Corporal, he was just too tired out. He glanced at Rudolph get up. Edrien couldn't help but stifle a snicker. Rudolph couldn't hit a fly, how was he going to hit the damn Corporal at this rate? Edrien kept his gaze still at Rudolph as he attempted to punch the Corporal, although, as expected, failed at his task. Edrien couldn't help but laugh again with the other boys as he watched Rudolph get slammed, face-first, onto the dirt. Dreadfully hilarious - Edrien thought it was.

"If all of you do as he did,you will all taste the putridity of Russia's dirt. Understand me?"

Edrien couldn't help but gulp at the man's harsh, cold words. "Ja, herr." Edrien had replied with all his might, still a bit frightened. He watched Blutstein show the troop a couple of moves. Interesting. Although, Edrien was quite tired at that point. He had hit the sleeping point, especially since he hadn't eaten anything for the past few days. He had hit weak point and he knew it was going to end and look bad all the same time.

All of a deep sudden, Edrien had fallen into a deep sleep, digging his face into his knees. He snored lightly. He was always one of the rebels, but he did excel in training and other things. In less than a second, Rudolph had nudged Edrien and whispered. "He Mann, wachen Sie auf, bevor der Unteroffizier Sie im Schlaf findet. Er wird Sie veranlassen, die Fäulnis von Russlands Schmutz zu kosten." He noticed Rudolph had used a very strong, sarcastic tone of voice when mentioning Russia's dirt. Edrien couldn't help but stifle a giggle and mutter lazily - "Lassen Sie mich, Ruds allein. Nicht heute." - and then fall asleep again, still in his place. [Translations: [1] Hey man, wake up before the Corporal finds you asleep. He'll get you to taste the putridity of Russia's dirt. [2] Leave me alone, Ruds. Not today.]

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich saw a few of the boys get up and attempt to practice. "Weak,tired, or just lazy." he said to himself. "If this is Hitler's pride, Germany's in for some trouble."

When he started walking around the group he saw one boy slumped over in a heap with his face in his knees. Freidrich pulled out his knife,kicked the boy onto his back and pressed the knife up against his throat. All of the boys sparring stopped. They all watched to see what would become of the boy.

Freidrich was furious. All the anger had built up from the sad display of soldier's he was dealing with and now one that has fallen asleep. He yelled at the top of his lungs in Russian. "Die Nazi devil!" he had heard one say this earlier on in the war. He knew the boy would react terrified and feel like he would die. This is exactly what he wanted. The fear of death,hopefully, would give the boy the power to get the Corporal off of Bruus' tired body.

Freidrich kept his knife pressed inward towards the boy's neck,waiting for a reply.

[Annabella Auerbach]

All of a sudden he felt a harsh kick as he tumbled on the ground feeling something sharp touching his throat. Edrien noticed it as a knife. Edrien growled. Of all these years being here, he had grown stronger, tougher and older. Why did this man treat him like such a child? All he needed was a blink of sleep. He felt the sharp edge of the knife touch his neck. He actually felt the frustration running through the man. Yes he understood the Corporal was angry for Edrien's lack of strength. But Edrien was human.

"Die Nazi devil!"

Okay, that was going a bit too far off the edge. The anger swelled through his guts. How dare he? He growled like a monster, feeling wide awake now. He was still a bit frightened by the man's odd attack, but he quickly washed that away growling very fiercly, like a dog ready to attack. He gripped the dirt toughly, gritting his teeth. Oh, I'll show him - the young Nazi thought. I'll show him well!

All of a sudden, the young nazi pulled out one of his own knifes lunging it into the man's stomach, it was quite a light hit and Edrien thought the man wouldn't suffer too much, he hoped. He kicked the man off of him with all his anger and strength. Brutality owned. He felt lethal at the moment. He glared fiercly at Blutstein.

He walked over to Blutstein and pulled out the dagger, feeling a bit calmer at the moment. He held out his hand to help Blutstein up. Heck, he didn't wait. He pulled the man up with all his strength that remained. "Danke, herr." Edrien said with a light hearted smile. "Vielen Dank dafür, mich von Tod zu sparen." The smile quickly wore off as he turned to the other boys and joined the group standing still. He felt his neck. The touch felt amazing. [Translations: [1] Thank you sir. [2] Thank your for saving me from death.]

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich fell onto his back feeling a small sting of pain on his stomach. When he landed he started laughing like he would've back when he was younger with no danger around him. The boy that had just kicked him and slashed his stomach came over with a smile and helped him up. They exchanged smile's. Freidrich was very pleased with the boy's action. He actualy thought that the boy would just stay there and accept his fate.

Freidrich patted the boy on the back and said "You're welcome. That's the way I want you to react everytime you're threatened. Have that determination whenever you do something. Only then will you succeed." he said this to not just Edrien but the whole group.

Freidrich looked at his watch a few minutes later and saw it was eleven forty-five. He stopped the drills and told the boys to go get some lunch. He himself went back to the Barracks to clean up his wound. This only took him three minutes. He had dressed wounds many times before.

Freidrich walked into the line at the Mess Hall. In front of him was a fellow intructor. The man saw the wound that was on his stomach and said, "Did you get you're ass handed to you by a new recruit?"

"Do you mind not swearing? I don't much enjoy it." Freidrich said back to the man.

The man laughed and said a few more swears. Even mocking Freidrich's God. This made Freidrich angry. He asked him very nicely not to say such things. The man said it one more time so Freidrich took the man's arm and twisted it behind his back and asked him if he wanted to say it again. The man struggled to get free but couldn't break Freidrich's hold. "Sorry,sir. Blutstein,I'm sorry." the ignorant man said to Freidrich.

Freidrich said. "Apology,accepted. Don't let it happen again,please." This small fight didn't make a big commotion so Freidrich was never asked about it.

[Annabella Auerbach]

The boy accepted the man's words and made his way into the mess hall. He had rebuilt his strength thanks to Blutstein. He took a tray and walked down the line glancing at the normal food. The usual food. He watched the other boys in the troop gobble down their food. Edrien sighed, he wasn't hungry. Not now. He glanced at Rudolph walk next to him. Edrien nodded, Rudolph mimicked the movement as both friends continued walking down the line of food. Edrien just plopped in saurkraut and took a glass of water from the counter. He wasn't quite in the mood for food at the moment. He wanted to train more. Not only that, he was determined to train more.

"Apology,accepted. Don't let it happen again,please."

Edrien couldn't help but shoot his glance at an instructor and Corporal Blutstein. Edrien couldn't help but stare, as well as the other boys. That instructor just go owned by the Corporal, Edrien couldn't but snicker to himself with his fellow friends. Rudolph nudged him and snickered, whispering a few things here and there. Edrien just laughed it off with them enjoying the moment whilst he could.

He walked past Corporal Blutstein and said with a very heavy German accent - "Großer Job, Herr." Edrien said with a relaxing tone of voice - taking his saurkraut, and eating it alone with a couple of his friends. [Translations: Great job sir]

After lunch, Edrien stepped outside for a little light breeze. That saurkraut didn't do any good to his stomach. It just made it worse. He waited for the other younger recruits to come outside and get ready for the new training. He leaned himself upon the barbed wire glaring at the clouds above. It was quite chilly, but he was wearing leather gloves, so that did him quite good at the moment.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich walked past the young man,yet again. Hearing him congratulating him. He acknowledged this and moved on. After Dinner, whatever "Dinner" was in this camp, he walked outside and sat in a bench,just to think about things. Freidrich was attrmpting to remember his father's face. He couldn't. He then tried his mother's. Another blank. He could barely remember what his sister even looked like. "It's been such a long time, too long." he said to himself.

Freidrich started praying and left himself on the bench for about twenty minutes. When he was done praying he looked at his watch. Seven O'clock the watch showed to Freidrich. "What else is there to do in this little piece of hell?" he wondered.

Freidrich had made a bad presentation of himself in this camp. He had already been in a "fight" with another equal. He was labeled as a harsh,uncaring man with no heart. He didn't like being known as such, but what could he do to change this? All he could do is wait for an oppurtunity. He would show this before the end.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Bruus - 8CP, not gonna fool me with the indentions, a couple of short posts.

Blutstein - 5CP, even though you had some good posts, the majority of them were very short.

-JT