The Bitter Taste of Defeat [Strumfelder]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The sound of the black metal of the Obersturmfuhrer's MP44 clattered against the floor of the mock African Town Hall. His spirit almost broken, his eyes full of hatred, and his his morale dropping with every passing second. Footsteps thumped in behind him and the men who had the end of his barrel digging into the back of his ribcage. Great, another American to join the party. He was royally screwed right about now. But a German voice spoke up! It was Erwin Hertz, come to save the day. The demonic grin grew almost to Erik's ears as his hands began to tighten their grip around his MP44 once more, the tides changing. Suddenly, a horrendous stinging pain erupted on his back and spread through his chest. A searing pain within him and the air thickening almost, becoming harder to breathe, resulted in his chaotic screams

Erik Schneider sprung up in his hospital bed, located somewhere in Germany. Immediately, his right hand shot to his left ribcage, his teeth gritting together. The sudden movement had only been a setback in his recovery. Schneider leaned back against the comfortable pillows of the hospital bed and placed his left hand's fingers against his forehead as if in deep thought. The man was trying to figure out what had happened following the events in his terrifying drea- nightmare. He remembered spraying his MP44 off at the Americans, seeing Jonas die, being dragged out into the desert with his men in a desperate retreat. The defeat was humiliating and devastating. He suffered a near-fatal wound and had been taken back to a hospital in Africa before being transferred to a safer hospital in Germany. His squad suffered two casualties, Adrian Jaeger and Jonas Achen, both fresh recruits. Another man, Henrik Eichel suffered a minor bullet wound to the leg and was recovering down the hall. The bitter taste of defeat filled Schneider with anger.

The wind swayed through Erwin Hertz hair as he plunged his foot down on the gas pedal of the Kuebelwagen, Franz Klein riding shotgun, and Edmund Beike in the rear seats of the German jeep. The trio hadn't been in Germany for long, but the first thing they decided to do on their off time was to visit their officer and comrade recovering in the field hospital. Hertz slowed the car gradually before it came to a halt outside. Leaping over the driver side door, he lead the other two Germans into the field hospital, stopping at the main desk. "Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider. Wo ist er? " Hertz questioned the nearest nurse. "4. Stock. Zimmer 41. " Hertz nodded gratefully and sent off for the stairs with his friends. The depression and dampness of the field hospital had such a negative effect on his soul as he passed through the corridors of the hospital listening to moans, groans, yelps, screams, and much much more. A shiver snaked its way down his spine every time an agonized scream erupted from a random room. Room 41. Finally. As the three pushed open the doorway to their Obersturmfuhrers room, they found Eichel by his bedside in crutches.

Schneider nodded and gleefully grinned at Eichel who was joking around about military life and hospital life and what not, when suddenly the door creaked upon. Another idiotic nurse I bet. Schneider glanced over at the doorway only to find the three other surviving soldiers from that terrible battle. "Hertz! Beike! Klein! Froh alle von Ihnen haben es hinter in einem Stück gemacht! " Hertz approached Schneider's bedside . "Ich errate, dass ich das gleiche ungefähr Sie, herr Obersturmfuhrer sagen kann. " Schneider only nodded and the room entered an awkard silence for quite a bit after the other two Germans greeted their leader and wished him a speedy recover.

Erik ly in the bed with his back at a perfect 90 degree angle, his hands placed firmly on his knees. Ever so slowly, his eyelids flicked shut and stayed that way as he let out an enormous sigh for a long number of seconds. After wards, he ly there taking in the black emptiness, silence, and tranquility. As his eyes slid open again he paused before silently uttering, "Meine Männer. Meine Soldaten. Meine Kameraden. Es tut mir Leid für Versagen alle von Ihnen. Es tut mir Leid für unsere Besiegung. Ich nehme volle Verantwortung und Tadel für die Tode von Adrian Jaeger und Jonas Haben Geschmerzt und für unsere verwüstende Besiegung. Alles, das ich bitte, ist für Ihre Verzeihung und für Ihres, Ihren Willen und Moral unversehrt zu behalten. Ich verspreche Sie, werde ich so ein Ding nicht erlauben wie dies, je wieder zu geschehen. Und ich schwöre, wenn ich je mich irgendein von den idiotischen Amerikanern treffe, die meine Männer ermordet haben, werde ich sie erdrosseln. " Hertz placed his hand on his Obersturmfuhrer's hand and looked the brave men in the eyes. "Es war nicht Ihr Fehler Herr Obersturmfuhrer. Ich weiß, dass Sie nicht erlauben werden, dass dies wieder geschieht, und ich werde durch Ihre Seite mit Entschluss und Widmung stehen. Ich werde bis zu irgendeiner Herausforderung unter Ihnen schreiten und ich werde irgendeinen Feind besiegen. Ich glaube, dass jeder Mann in diesem Zimmer mit mir übereinstimmen würde. "

Translations:

"Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider. Wo ist er? "
- "Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider. Where is he? "

"4. Stock. Zimmer 41. "
- "4th Floor. Room 41."

"Hertz! Beike! Klein! Froh alle von Ihnen haben es hinter in einem Stück gemacht! "
- "Hertz! Beike! Klein! Glad all of you made it back in one piece!"

"Ich errate, dass ich das gleiche ungefähr Sie, herr Obersturmfuhrer sagen kann. "
- "I guess I can say the same about you, herr Obersturmfuhrer."

"Meine Männer. Meine Soldaten. Meine Kameraden. Es tut mir Leid für Versagen alle von Ihnen. Es tut mir Leid für unsere Besiegung. Ich nehme volle Verantwortung und Tadel für die Tode von Adrian Jaeger und Jonas Haben Geschmerzt und für unsere verwüstende Besiegung. Alles, das ich bitte, ist für Ihre Verzeihung und für Ihres, Ihren Willen und Moral unversehrt zu behalten. Ich verspreche Sie, werde ich so ein Ding nicht erlauben wie dies, je wieder zu geschehen. Und ich schwöre, wenn ich je mich irgendein von den idiotischen Amerikanern treffe, die meine Männer ermordet haben, werde ich sie erdrosseln. "
- "My men. My soldiers. My comrades. I am sorry for failing all of you. I am sorry for our defeat. I take full responsibility and blame for the deaths of Adrian Jaeger and Jonas Achen and for our devastating defeat. All I ask is for your forgiveness and for your to keep your will and morale intact. I promise you, I will not allow such a thing like this to happen ever again. And I swear, if I ever meet any of the idiotic Americans that murdered my men, I will strangle them. "


"Es war nicht Ihr Fehler Herr Obersturmfuhrer. Ich weiß, dass Sie nicht erlauben werden, dass dies wieder geschieht, und ich werde durch Ihre Seite mit Entschluss und Widmung stehen. Ich werde bis zu irgendeiner Herausforderung unter Ihnen schreiten und ich werde irgendeinen Feind besiegen. Ich glaube, dass jeder Mann in diesem Zimmer mit mir übereinstimmen würde. "
- "It wasn't your fault Herr Obersturmfuhrer. I know you won't allow this to happen again, and I will stand by your side with determination and dedication. I will step up to any challenge under you and I will defeat any foe. I believe every man in this room would agree with me. "

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Strumfelder despised visiting hour with all his heart. Yes, it did make the patients feel better, and he supposed it was good for them, but it added so many potential situations into the mix. You had crying mothers, dazed family, children running around wildly, oafish soldiers; the list was endless. Erhard had seen fights, romance, extreme grief and drunkenness in his sort time here, all though visiting hour. He turned from doctor to policeman, and then back again. But some days were worse than others, and today he hoped would be easy. A late night out last night has attacked his brain, throat, stomach, liver... He was glad his wife wasn’t here; she would give him hell. Erhard had taken aspirin, and had drunk the largest glass of milk he could in an attempt to rehydrate himself. It was hard to tell if it was actually working.

The medic slipped on a white coat over his black uniform, and picked up a clip board. It was a light ward today; just two patients. That would make his life easier. One had had surgery on a collapsed lung, but the previous Doctor had expressed concerns over the man’s sleep patterns, even going as far as to suggest sedation. The other had taken a bullet to the shin. It had been left in the leg; the surgeon deemed it safer to leave it and let him recover, than risk bursting the femoral artery removing it. Apparently he was being kept in more observation than anything else, and was here for another two nights. For this week, Erhard was ‘allowed’ to look after the slightly more injured men, who had been allocated rooms.

He left the small prep room, and headed up the corridor. His first call was a man who called himself Henrik Eichel. Mr Leg-Injury. Erhard worked his way up the corridor, until he reached Room 36. He rapped lightly, and slowly opened the door, in case the man was enjoying a spell of sleep. Popping his head round, Erhard realised the bed was empty. He stepped in, and looked to the corner where a door stood leading into a bathroom. The door was open. It was clear the room was deserted. The Medic wasn’t worried, more concerned. He wasn’t meant to walk around without aid from the staff, and a nurse would have left a note. Odd.

Erhard left the room and looked for the second unfortunate soul on his list. Mr Schneider. He glanced up the corridor, and spied the man’s door. Room 41. He walked up briskly, repeated the door opening process. Inside there were five, now six, men, including The Magic Disappearing Eichel. The Obersturmfuhrer spoke to his men, quite a speech to Strumfelder’s ears. He seemed pretty depressed at being thrown in the Hospital. Erhard was flattered. One of the visitors replied to him, obviously another die-hard Nazi. That was the only problem with the SS; you had the cream of men and best Doctors in the Greater German Reich, but you also had the extreme Nazis. But Erhard had beared with fantasists before, and he could do so again.

“Guter Nachmittag, Herr Schneider. Sie suchen gut nach einem Mann, der sechs Fuß darunter sein sollte.” Erhard smiled. “Don' t ist deprimiert. Wenn ein Mann versuchte, jedes einzelne Spiel zu gewinnen, das er überhaupt spielte, würde sein Leben ein sehr trauriges in der Tat sein. Und es ist durch unsere Niederlagen, dass wir bessere Weisen erlernen, victorys zu erreichen. Von, was ich höre, Ihnen tat sich stolz.”




Translations:

“Guter Nachmittag, Herr Schneider. Sie suchen gut nach einem Mann, der sechs Fuß darunter sein sollte.”
~ Good afternoon, Mr Schneider. You are looking well for a man who should be six feet under.

“Don' t ist deprimiert. Wenn ein Mann versuchte, jedes einzelne Spiel zu gewinnen, das er überhaupt spielte, würde sein Leben ein sehr trauriges in der Tat sein. Und es ist durch unsere Niederlagen, dass wir bessere Weisen erlernen, victorys zu erreichen. Von, was ich höre, Ihnen tat sich stolz.”
~ Don't be depressed. If a man tried to win every single game he ever played, his life would be a very sad one indeed. And it is through our defeats that we learn better ways to obtain victorys. From what I hear you did yourself proud.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Schneider gave one of the most genuine smiles in his life towards the young soldier. He grew to like Hertz more and more every day. Just then, the door creaked open for the second time, revealing Doctor Errhard Strumfelder of the Waffen SS. Finally, a good doctor. Schneider grew increasingly tireder after each passing minute, maybe because his body was getting less oxygen then usual, making it harder to supply his brain and blood cells and what not? Or maybe just because the wound had made him weak, or depressed. As Erwin released his grip on his Obersturmfuhrer's hand, Schneider closed his eyes and tried to relax himself, to separate his mind from the pain in his left lung.

As Doctor Strumfelder entered the room he greeted the Obersturmfuhrer. "Guter Nachmittag, Herr Schneider. Sie suchen gut nach einem Mann, der sechs Fuß darunter sein sollte." Schneider's eyes flickered open and he smirked. "Well Doctor, I'm a tough man to kill." Suddenly, Franz Klein stepped up from the back round and nodded. "Aint that the truth. Hell I thought he was going to black out and go into shock in minutes. But I guess his will helped him hold on for another 15 minutes or more. It was amazing." Schneider chuckled a little. It hurt him a little bit.

"Don' t ist deprimiert. Wenn ein Mann versuchte, jedes einzelne Spiel zu gewinnen, das er überhaupt spielte, würde sein Leben ein sehr trauriges in der Tat sein. Und es ist durch unsere Niederlagen, dass wir bessere Weisen erlernen, victorys zu erreichen. Von, was ich höre, Ihnen tat sich stolz.[/b]" Schneider glanced over to his right, looking Strumfelder up and down before managed to utter, "Your a man of wise words, Herr Strumfelder. And I hear your a doctor as well. Glad to have you in my divison."

A nervous Erwin Hertz approached the Doctor pulling him over towards the corner as far as away from Schneider as he could. "Uh...listen Doctor. Give me the honest truth, is he going to be okay?" Hertz looked over his back, to see Schneider almost ready to go back to sleep, even though he hadn't been up for long. Hertz shrugged, and laughed at the thought they the men were so boring, it was lulling him to sleep, but then looked back to Strumfelder before he could even respond. "If you want I'll take the men and get out of your hair. That sound good?"

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: Sorry it’s a little short. Not too much to write.

Erhard smiled at the patient’s last remark. “Das, hoffe ich sehr viel, dass ich bin. Oder jene fünf Jahre des Trainings waren für nichts!” He allowed himself a laugh, not something his was entirely used to doing. He noticed a man wanting a private word, and let him casually. He’d seen worry do very shocking things to people in his time, so it was best to avoid it at all costs. That didn’t mean telling them everything that could go wrong though... That was a major problem with being a Doctor; every time his wife would be sick, or ill, he’d rush around like a headless chicken, believing see was dying, when it just turned out to be a cold. He hated it.

The man questioned first about his C.O.’s health, then if he should leave, in the nicest possible way. Erhard grinned inside. People that could read signs were a great help in these situations. He looked at the man’s face, then glanced down at his watch. “Geben Sie mir… halbe Stunde. Wenn he' s ermüdete es ist hart, ihn zu überprüfen, also gebe ich ihm etwas, das perk ihn oben sollte. Ich lasse Sie eine Extrahalbe stunde bleiben, aber bleibe innen hier und diese ist zwischen uns.” He nodded to the man, and popped out into the corridor while they made there way out.

“Ah… Krankenschwester?” Erhard caught a nurse as she made her way towards the prep room. “Konnten Sie einen Tropfenfänger oder eine Glukose für Herrn Scheider bitte zubereiten? Ich benötige ihn so bald wie möglich.” He turned and headed back to room.



Translations:

“Das, hoffe ich sehr viel, dass ich bin. Oder jene fünf Jahre des Trainings waren für nichts!”
~ That, I very much hope I am. Or those five years of training were for nothing!

“Geben Sie mir… halbe Stunde. Wenn he' s ermüdete es ist hart, ihn zu überprüfen, also gebe ich ihm etwas, das perk ihn oben sollte. Ich lasse Sie eine Extrahalbe stunde bleiben, aber bleibe innen hier und diese ist zwischen uns.”
~ Give me...half an hour. If he's tired it will be hard to examine him, so I will give him something that should perk him up. I will let you stay an extra half an hour, but stay in here and this is between us.

“Konnten Sie einen Tropfenfänger oder eine Glukose für Herrn Schneider bitte zubereiten? Ich benötige ihn so bald wie möglich.”
~ Could you please prepare a drip or glucose for Mr Schneider? I need it as soon as possible.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

"“Geben Sie mir… halbe Stunde. Wenn he' s ermüdete es ist hart, ihn zu überprüfen, also gebe ich ihm etwas, das perk ihn oben sollte. Ich lasse Sie eine Extrahalbe stunde bleiben, aber bleibe innen hier und diese ist zwischen uns.”" Hertz froze up a bit stunned by the mans response, as he tried to figure out what horrible thing he was about to inject into his Obersturmfuhrer. "Konnten Sie einen Tropfenfänger oder eine Glukose für Herrn Schneider bitte zubereiten? Ich benötige ihn so bald wie möglich." Hertz backed the man back into the corner once again and began to question him. "Woah woah woah. Just what the hell do you mean your going to inject him with something. Glucose? Blood sugar? Can't that mess up the blood sugar level? Diabetes? Insulin? Something like that?" Although Hertz knew some things about medicine and health, he wasn't really the doctor. He only knew the words glucose, diabetes, and insulin. He didn't exactly "know" them.

"Well, I guess its about time I got going. Need to rest up you know? So my leg isn't killing me as much. See you Doctor, see you Obersturmfuhrer. Get better soon, alright? " Eichel gave his superior officer a salute the best he could on his crutches, and Schneider followed in suit the best he could in his state. "You get better soon do Eichel." And with that, the injured man made his way over to the door, with some help from his friend Franz Klein, and made his way down the corridor, back to his room. Beike and Klein, managed to get their hands on two of the chairs within the room, and slid them over to Schneider's bedside, where they made futile attempts to keep their commanding officer from falling back into sleep so soon.

Schneider began to ignore their small talk, and twisted his neck as much to the right as he could, pondering what his young private and the Doctor were discussing in the corner of the room. As much as he wanted to stay awake and try to void out the voices of his other Privates, Schneider wasn't up to the challenge as he found his eyelids growing heavier, before they locked shut and and Erik fell into the endless void of darkness.

Schneider lay on the ground of the small African town hall, his own blood bursting up through his trachea and out of his mouth, splattering down onto his uniform and staining his pale white chin. The MP44 became so much more difficult to cradle in his arms, and his finger was too weak to even push down the trigger. The world around him was becoming such a blur. The Obersturmfuhrer watched as a bullet flew across the room. But it wasn't his nor Hertz. Jonas! Schneider watched horrified as the young man, no boy, began to drag himself across the floor, the blood pouring out of his abdomen leaving a long stain across the floor. Erik mouthed the words "no" but he wasn't strong enough to say it. He wasn't strong enough to save Jonas. Just as he wasn't strong enough to save Jaeger. Oh god no. Schneider watched as an American sent a bullet into Jonas's forehead, who was staring up at the barrel of the gun, insulting the man, and spat at him, before the American could murder him.

Schneider's eyes immediately flew open, and his breathing grew heavier. Wide-eyed and panicked looking, he glanced to his left and right. No one had even noticed he had fallen asleep, he presumed. They were all too occupied with their conversations. A started Klein placed his hand down onto Schneider's left shoulder in order to comfort him, confused as to what had just happened. One of the reasons Schneider was so tired all the time was the fact that...he just couldn't sleep for long. Every time his eyes closed it happened again. It was either Jaeger standing upon that roof top, began slaughtered by at least 3 Americans or it was Jonas getting a bullet in the head. The memory would probably forever haunt him. They were both such young boys. They had such a life ahead of them, and now...they were dead. Get over it Schneider! You will never be a good leader if you dwell in the past. Get over it!

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Strumfelder smiled at the Private’s response. He was just like a protective mother over her prised son. This happened a lot; people would claim they knew more than him, and he shouldn’t being doing what he was. He was used to it, and it was a normal reaction. People wanted to be in control, but sometimes they just had to let the Doctors get on with their job. “Entspannen Sie sich. Ja lädt er seinen Blutzucker auf, aber im Augenblick benötigt er ihn. I' ll erhalten ihm einen Behälter des Sauerstoffes außerdem; er hat nur einen Arbeitslungenflügel an der Minute erhalten. Ich habe nie einen Mann von einem punchered Lungenflügel vor verloren, und ich plane nicht zu wissen.” He tapped the man on the shoulder for reassurance, and heard the door open as the nurse brought in the drip and stand.

Erhard helped to pull it up to side of the bed, and had to ask one of the men to move slightly. “Dieses sollte perk helfen Sie oben. Pflegen Sie, warum war nicht dort ein Standplatz hier bereits?” he asked, inserting the tube into Mr Schneider’s cannula, taped into the back of his hand. “Ich bin nicht, Doktor sicher.” Erhard glanced at the girl, who could be no more than twenty. “Sehen Sie, dass dieses hier bleibt.” He said with a slight smile, watching the clear liquid slowly enter than man’s blood stream.

Strumfelder turned and nodded to Hertz, gesturing he should try and take the men away, while Schneider gained his breath.



Translations:

“Entspannen Sie sich. Ja lädt er seinen Blutzucker auf, aber im Augenblick benötigt er ihn. I' ll erhalten ihm einen Behälter des Sauerstoffes außerdem; er hat nur einen Arbeitslungenflügel an der Minute erhalten. Ich habe nie einen Mann von einem punchered Lungenflügel vor verloren, und ich plane nicht zu wissen.”
~ Relax. Yes, it will boost his blood sugar, but right now he needs it. I'll get him a tank of oxygen as well; he has only got one working lung at the minute. I have never lost a man from a punchered lung before, and I do not plan to now.

“Dieses sollte perk helfen Sie oben. Pflegen Sie, warum war nicht dort ein Standplatz hier bereits?”
~ This should help perk you up. Nurse, why was not there a stand here already?

“Ich bin nicht, Doktor sicher.”
~ I am not sure, Doctor.

“Sehen Sie, dass dieses hier bleibt.”
~ See that this one remains here.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

"Entspannen Sie sich. Ja lädt er seinen Blutzucker auf, aber im Augenblick benötigt er ihn. I' ll erhalten ihm einen Behälter des Sauerstoffes außerdem; er hat nur einen Arbeitslungenflügel an der Minute erhalten. Ich habe nie einen Mann von einem punchered Lungenflügel vor verloren, und ich plane nicht zu wissen" Klein nervously nodded and looked at the ground as the doctor patted him on the shoulder. He apologized for any possible offense to the man for talking out of line to him and acting as if he had known more then the man, when he didn't. Then the now shy private retreated to the corner where the rest of the squad that had taken a part in the battle in Africa were congregating. The truth of the situation was, that Klein wasn't nervous for his Obersturmfuhrer out of care, but grave for a promotion. A new Obersturmfuhrer meant a lower chance of getting anywhere in this world, and if kissing up to Schneider and keeping him alive was a guaranteed shot at the higher ranks, he would do what he could to accomplish such a thing. And now with Achen and Jaegar out of the way, the path to a promotion was looking so much better.

"Dieses sollte perk helfen Sie oben. Pflegen Sie, warum war nicht dort ein Standplatz hier bereits?" Schneider nodded slowly as Strumfelder inserted a tube into his arm and began pumping something into him. "Ich bin nicht, Doktor sicher." The rest of the conversation became hazy to the Obersturmfuhrer, as he began to focus on whatever was beginning pumped into him. The clear liquid seemed to be filling Schneider with energy, enough energy to stay awake for longer then a few minutes.

Klein glanced upwards at Strumfelder who was nodding at him as if to say, Get out. Smirking, Klein nodded back and then turned to the other two men and murmured something. Then the three of them wished their Obersturmfuhrer the best of luck, and turned to exit the room, vanishing in a few moments. Then all that was left was Schneider and Strumfelder, standing in the hospital room. Schneider caught his breath for a moment and then his eyes looked up at Strumfelder. "Tell me... what do you think about Klein... He seems like the only thing he can do is kiss up to me. I have a bad feeling about him to be honest. "

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: Sorry it can’t be longer.

“Ich, Herr Schneider, morgens ein Doktor wie Muss diliver medizinische Behandlung zu den Soldaten des Reichs, ohne Gedanken oder zu urteilen.” Erhard had said blankly, checking the drip. “Aber das bedeutet nicht, dass ich nicht tue.” The doctor grinned down at his patient. “Die Welt ist ein ungerader Platz. Die meisten Leuten in einem Krieg stellen nicht fest, wie nah sie zu ihrem eigenen Tod sind. Mann fühlt sich beim Kämpfen, aber unbesiegbar nur bis er jemand sieht zu sterben, oder stirbt fast. Für die meisten Einzelpersonen ist Tod weit besser als verwundend, weil Sie leiden nicht als lang. Ich glaube, dass die meisten Ihren Männern feststellen, dass sie ein Ähnliches Schicksal als selbst treffen konnten, und sie werden um es gesorgt.”

Erhard thought to himself. A soldier should never wish a war to happen. It may temporally increase his pay, but it also increases the chance he will meet his own death. Though, sometimes there were things on this planet the require changing. Sometimes, that required a war.

“Dieses gesagt, zu erhalten ist sehr hart, überall im Militär, besonders die SS, ohne die Leute, die haben sehr unglückliche Unfälle über Ihnen… Klein erhält vermutlich bereits eine Förderung, he' gerade versicherndes s, dass er es erhält. Aber denken Sie, wenn Sie der kranke Fall und sterben Sie, erhält er als neue Co, und seine Wahrscheinlichkeiten fliegen nach rechts heraus das Fenster. Sie sind der Schlüssel zu seinen folgenden Lohnaufstiegen, und er wünscht Sie mit uns bleiben. Kann nicht sagen, dass I ihn viel, zwar tadeln.”


Translations:
“Ich, Herr Schneider, morgens ein Doktor wie Muss diliver medizinische Behandlung zu den Soldaten des Reichs, ohne Gedanken oder zu urteilen.”
~ I, Mr Schneider, am a Doctor how must deliver medical care to the soldiers of the Reich, without thought, or judging.

“Aber das bedeutet nicht, dass ich nicht tue.”
~ But that doesn’t mean I don’t.

“Die Welt ist ein ungerader Platz. Die meisten Leuten in einem Krieg stellen nicht fest, wie nah sie zu ihrem eigenen Tod sind. Mann fühlt sich beim Kämpfen, aber unbesiegbar nur bis er jemand sieht zu sterben, oder stirbt fast. Für die meisten Einzelpersonen ist Tod weit besser als verwundend, weil Sie leiden nicht als lang. Ich glaube, dass die meisten Ihren Männern feststellen, dass sie ein Ähnliches Schicksal als selbst treffen konnten, und sie werden um es gesorgt.”
~ The world is an odd place. Most of the people in a war do not realise how close they are to their own death. Man feels invincible when fighting, but only until he sees someone die, or nearly die. For most individuals death is far better than being wounded, because you do not suffer as long. I believe that most of your men realise that they could meet a similar fate as yourself, and they are worried about it.

“Dieses gesagt, zu erhalten ist sehr hart, überall im Militär, besonders die SS, ohne die Leute, die haben sehr unglückliche Unfälle über Ihnen… Klein erhält vermutlich bereits eine Förderung, he' gerade versicherndes s, dass er es erhält. Aber denken Sie, wenn Sie der kranke Fall und sterben Sie, erhält er als neue Co, und seine Wahrscheinlichkeiten fliegen nach rechts heraus das Fenster. Sie sind der Schlüssel zu seinen folgenden Lohnaufstiegen, und er wünscht Sie mit uns bleiben. Kann nicht sagen, dass I ihn viel, zwar tadeln.”
~ That said, it is very hard to get anywhere in the military, especially the SS, without people having very unfortunate accidents above you... Klein will probably already get a promotion, he's just assuring that he gets it. But think, if you fall ill and die, he get as a new CO, and his chances fly right out the window. You are the key to his next pay rises, and he wants you to stay with us. Cannot say I blame him much, though.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

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The following CP has been issued:

Schneider - 8CP

Strumfelder - 8CP

-JT