Finally got a day of rest

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

It had been a long and hard week, actually it had been a long hard year to be more accurate. There was never just a solid day of just relaxation, and finally that day had come. Edzard actually had time to hang up his gillie, polish his other pair of boots that he used for special occasions, they had just been gathering dust while he had been in France. The boots he normally wore were just about to fall apart what with all the crawling and sneaking he had been doing. He had planned on getting a new pair before the day was out.

He peeled his shirt off and then his socks, making a rather disgusting face as the order drifted about. He pried open a window to let the air in, and after a small stutter step, he just threw the socks right on out as well. If it rains, I'll be happy. he thought with a smirk of enthusiasm.

He plopped down on his bunk and stretched his arms and shoulders out a bit, pulled out a whet stone and set about turning his new blade into a razor sharp piece of fine steel. He had yet to have to use it, but that was because he had the sneaking part down so well, or the Allies had the finding part all screwed up. He paused for a second and looked out into the hallway, for once all was quiet, you could hear the light bit of shuffling down the hall, but that was mainly from the rest of the men doing something similar as well, no one talked, not much anyway, no one was packing, everyone knew the feeling and didn't want to ruin it, but no one could explain it anyway. It was just...earned, and everyone was sure of that.

[William Luther]

William walked slowly down the corridor, a thick duvet jacket wrapped around him and a mug of soup in his hand. He open the door and gave Edzard a weak smile. "Es ist das letzte blutige Mal, wenn ich nach Polen gehe" He placed the mug on the chest of drawers by his bed and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. He sneezed loudly into it before pocketing the silk square.

"Was zum Teufel ist dieser Geruch?" he muttered, "Sogar ich kann daran riechen!" He took held in the soup under his face, letting the steam play around his features before taking a sip, opening his mouth just wide enough for a lump of chicken to slide in. He saw Crimm slide his blade among his whetstone and William pulled his Fairburn & Sykes and his bayonet out. Blade envy. He lay himself along his rather comfortable bed and closed his eye as he focused on getting the better over the head-cold.

Translations:

Es ist das letzte blutige Mal, wenn ich nach Polen gehe - That's the last bloody time I go to Poland

was zum Teufel ist dieser Geruch? - What the hell is that smell?

Sogar ich kann daran riechen! - Even I can smell it!

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard heard the small creak in the floor as someone neared and his eyes immediately darted to the door. Luther came in looking like crap with a mug emitting steam and a heavy coat wrapped around him. He smirked for a second as he talked of Poland and grimaced a bit asking of the foul and apparent stout smell. "Uh, I think something died right out side, I'll close the window." Edzard said as he set his blade down and walked over to the window, almost gaging as he reached up to pull it to. Should have stuffed those down some yanks throat. "To say you don't look so good would be stating the obvious, contagious?" he asked as he set about his sharpening once more. Luther had pulled out his pair of blades. "Two huh? Well if you could keep a good grip and keep it sharp, you might only need one." he said jokingly with a wink.

"Never been to Poland, but I'm sure I could kill there easily as well." Edzard boasted, he had yet to see too much combat, but so far he had a good record and he planned on keeping it that way. he pushed his whet stone back into it's pouch after sheathing the blade, and laid back, placing his hands behind his head, closing his eyes slowly to enjoy this much needed day of rest.

[William Luther]

Luther half-rolled onto his side and opened an eye, surveying Crimm up and down. "Not contagious, but a word of advice. If you get offered the chance to spend a week in a box of snow in Poland, kindly decline." He took another drink of the weak soup, feeling some strength start to return to his limbs. He raised himself onto his elbows and felt a twinge of pain in his left shoulder. He peered under the coat to check that the stitching hadn't popped. "That Doc Vlatke is a miracle worker"

He blew his nose again and raised slowly to his feet. "I'd best sort my kit out. How is that Ghillie of yours anyway?"

OOC: Not much time. Sorry

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard smirked a bit and without opening his eyes replied "I'll keep that in mind." he fidgeted a bit and wondered what was making him feel so uncomfortable, the he realized his log, he opened his eyes and only moving his arm he reached under his mattress and pulled out his log book. It was still fairly new, he hadn't been out of sniper school that long yet, but he flipped open the cover and ran his fingers over his name that had been engraved just on the under side of it. then he looked over at his first page, the log book wasn't very big, in fact it was rather small, but the first page alone had a heading of "KILLS" where as the rest of the book was for his training shots to make sure his rifle struck true, he had already filled a page and a half of those, just waiting to try and fill the very first page. He closed it and set it on his small and rickety night stand and placed his hands back behind his head.

He looked over as he heard Luther move a bit then he asked about the ghillie, "Working out just fine so far." he closed his eyes as he continued "I have no complaints, of course the poor chaps I ran into in France might." he said with a bit of enthusiasm. "Might want to consider trying to get your hands on one also, couldn't hurt." he stated. Edzard loved his new role in the war, and hoped that he could influence others to possibly consider the same aspect, it brought a sense of accomplishment to always know whether or not you had done as attempted on a very efficient basis.

[William Luther]

Luther twisted his lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps, but I'm hoping to get in amongst the battalions tanks. I think a bush would stick out against the metal." He paused slowly. Things had been a bit awkward around camp since he had been taken prisoner. Crimm was one of the people that he owed to being stood their. Many members of their ranks had been lees fortunate and did not have the friends that would pay up for his bail. "Edzard.... I still can't thank you enough for getting me out of that hole in England." William climbed to his feet and walked over to the window on the other side of the room. He stifled a sneeze as he looked out over the muddy fields.

"Still, I made a shot that would make you proud. I obliterated my captors testicles in the battle. I bet he's going to be getting a lot of stick for that at his camp. " He paused his eyes losing focus as he stared out. "Have you ever thought of how fragile we are? One bullet and you dissapear. If I so wished, I could end dozens of mens lives with what is in this room alone. Yet, here we are, willingly putting our lives out for the Fuhrer and each other. Odd, isn't it. We do not truly feel alive until we are on the brink of death."

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard lay there, eyes closed, listening to his roommate go on about wanting to be with the armor unit. "Trust me when I say it is worth being able to see the face of a man for the split moment before he dies when he realizes the end has come." he played his statement back in his head and smiled a bit at how twisted the statement was, well how twisted it was to normal people. The building was full of men that quite possibly have thought the same thing. "Don't mention it, really, this next assignment I'm on just may as well land me in a hole, if I'm lucky enough to survive that is." He listened as Luther went on to speak of his last confrontation.

"HA! That is a good one. Man that would be an expression I would have loved to witness. Too bad the out come of that landed you in that hole you spoke of. Worth it?" Edzard asked, knowing that of all the actions, that one would come the closest to earning time in a cell that was bearable. He listened on as Luther went all philosophical on him. Edzard sighed a bit at having to actually think on his much needed day of rest. "Well if I hadn't thought of it, as sure as the sunrise they pound it into your head at sniper school." he paused before answering the next bit, just to make it seem as if he had given it some thought. "Look at it like this, if you aren't living life on the edge, well then you are just taking up too much space." He opened his eyes and looked over at Luther who had moved over to the window and seemed to be gazing out. He closed them once more and thought of how Luther might let his emotions get the best of him in a situation. Edzard decided he was not going to start speaking with him about the new unit Edzard might get transferred to, they had no time for emotions.

[William Luther]

Luther stopped, nodding at everything coming from Crimm's mouth. He greatly respected the sniper, it was an interesting craft he was a master of, one that had several times crossed Luther's mind in becoming a part of. Still, life went on.

"Indeed," he repleid curtly, fishing into his pocket once again for his handkerchief, "But what is this I hear of you setting up a Special Operations team with that Fritz charachter?" The news of it had spread quickly around the camp, and William had not taken long to know of it, as is the case with small communities like the one that was the barracks of the Waffen SS. Secrets didn't exist at all, it was just a matter of delaying when news became public. He stretched back on the bed and listened intently to the reply.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard's eyebrows perked as he heard Luther speak of his new assignment to the tactical unit. He made himself comfortable on his bed Man, that got around fast. he thought as he began to speak of it. "Well Gero is a man that I personally have kept tabs on for quite some time. He is pretty good in a fight and tends to keep to himself, which is more than I can say for this unit." He smiled when it rolled off his tongue, not meaning any harm, just making a point. "We have been put together in the small unit to help build morale for the Axis and lower that of the Allies. I mean let's face it, if the Allies had a small team of men running around ruining things for us, don't you think you would start to wonder if we could win this thing?"

He stood again, he was restless, the time had come finally, after months of planning, politics and preparation, the Lone Wolves Project would finally get off the ground, now they just had to make sure it didn't trip over it's own feet before picking up momentum. Edzard thought of how they might fair, more often than not they would be outnumbered and out gunned, but if it helped the Fatherland win it all, it didn't matter. Sniper school had changed the way Edzard thought, he had more of a military mind set, and almost kicked himself for not having one before. The SS had been his second chance at life and not once had he been very thrilled about it, but they had taught him, helped him, and now, if all went to plan, might praise him, along with the other few Lone Wolves. "Well if you ever wonder about moving on to bigger and better things you have to stand out above the crowd. You think they just randomly picked me? Sniper school was my ticket and I grabbed the chance as soon as I could. Just food for thought." He gazed out the window, enjoying the few minutes of peace, the next few months were going to be intense.

[William Luther]

"As I've already told you, I'm going to be getting in with the tanks, well, hopefully, we'll have to see what old Wolfie has to say about that." Luther quickly checked the corridor, if Major Wolfram had been walking by, that would be his career over. The boss was usually fairly light-hearted, but William daren't think what would happen to him. Rhys Bevan might not be the only person with one bollock. "Perhaps I might get in with you one day, a bit of support if this tank thing doesn't go up." He spoke slowly, weighing the possibility in his mind.

"But anyway, today is not a day for talking of these things. Today is one to sit on your arse and enjoy the freedom!" Luther exclaimed, exuberantly slapping his thighs as he swung his legs around. "There must surely be something on your mind other than this war? Tell me of your life outside of the army. That is, if you have one." A small smile played over the lips of Luther at the last remark. Crimm was a man devoted to his job, no doubt about it, but surely there was a family waiting somewhere for the day the fighting was over.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard listened as Luther once again mentioned the armor part of the SS being his dream. The he asked about Edzard's life, this was going to be fun. Edzard didn't like talking about his life much, but he figured Luther had earned that much. "My life, not sure why that is of interest but if you really want to know I see no harm." he stated as he once again returned to his bed to speak of the past.

"Well I excelled in school and was one of the top in my field, my field being demolitions that is. But all things come to pass and one day, during a demonstration for my superiors I made a miscalculation and almost got one of them killed. That ruined that dream." he bowed his head as he thought of how the man had gotten chemical burns over half his body, not to mention lost an arm and the eyesight from his left eye. "My name became no good, it was soiled, so all I really had left to turn to was the military. I had never thought of joining until then, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I had planned on dealing with the same kind of things here, but got tired of waiting, so I applied for sniper school, and what do you know, having never fired a rifle before I ended up having a natural ability for the craft." he was proud of that aspect of his life. Granted it was used for horrible reasons, it was still something to be thankful for.

"I've decided to devote my life, at the moment anyway, to this unlocked ability of mine, so far it hasn't done me wrong and I plan to keep it that way." Edzard layed back, thinking that Luther was right, might as well enjoy the little bit of free time that they had, who knows, they could be bombed any moment by surprise, and well, that would just ruin it all to say the least.

[William Luther]

Luther smiled at the explosives mayhaps, even though playing with them was much less than funny. "Doesn't sound that boring," he commented, "All that playing with explosives can't have been that bad. If you want boring, look at mine, growing up with a regular family in the Rhineland, and then joining the army as soon as possible. At least you had the chance of something else!"

He looked out of the window, wondering what his life may have turned into had he not chosen the army, but some other, more rewarding career. His uncle was a lawyer, it may not have been that hard to follow him, yet something had pulled him to this path, something irresistable, that had one day just taken him and thrown this life at him. Like many others, Hitlers magical words had worked on him and dragged him down to the military service of the Third Reich. Still, life could be a lot worse. If he had been born Jewish there would be little or nothing open for him in this country. Life could indeed have been much worse.

"Edzard, I just remembered I need to speak to the armourer. I'll see you around later." He spoke as he checked the laces on his boot before leaving the room in a march.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following CP has been issued:

Crimm - 9 CP

Luther - 9 CP