Soldiers of the Damned

- World War

II was in its fifth,

vicious year of conflict.

The German war

machine controlled

by Adolf Hitler

and the Nazi party

had a stranglehold

over much of Europe

from the Atlantic coast of

France to the Russian Urals.

Reichsfuhrer Heinrich

Himmler was head of an

armed division

called the Waffen-SS

who were responsible for

brutal crimes against humanity.

The Waffen SS were ruthless

and indoctrinated Nazis

who fought in the front lines

alongside the regular army

many of whom were not Nazis and

despised the inhuman treatment

inflicted on

civilians by the SS.

As a result the

relationship between

the two was often hostile.

Himmler also controlled a pseudo

scientific institute of the SS

known as the Ahnenerbe which was

dedicated to researching the

archaeological and cultural

history of the Aryan race, a

special division of which was

responsible for investigating

the use of occult forces

for the Third Reich.

By 1944 the tide in

Europe had turned,

the German army was in full

retreat through Romania

ahead of the massed ranks of

the pursuing Russian Red Army.

- Russian execution squad.

Three SS.

- Let's hope they

kill the SS bastards.

- They're still German soldiers.

- Pray...

- Fucking rapist.

- Pray...

Pray, fucker!

- Bastard.

- Nadel!

- Trommler!

- Stay still, stay still.

- Apply pressure,

we need pressure.

- We need pressure here.

- Morphine!

- No, no, no.

- Did anyone see

that NKVD bastard?

- I like to see a man

happy at his work.

- Those SS scum deserved it.

- No one should be killed

like that, not even an animal.

- Don't worry,

Dieter, no Russian

cartridge could ever

penetrate your skull.

It's too damn thick.

- And if it did,

it wouldn't reach

his brains, they're

too damn small!

You'd have to use an 88mm shell!

- Engines.

- Enemy aircraft!

It's coming round again!

- Have you seen Major Fleischer?

Major.

Colonel Schwab would

like to see you, sir.

Urgently, sir.

- You look terrible, Colonel.

- To all intents

and purposes, Kurt,

I'm already dead.

My body, however, has yet

to appreciate the fact.

- They're not replacing you?

- There's no

one to replace me with.

- HQ is withdrawing?

- The offensive is coming.

If we're lucky,

it'll be in days.

It's only a

precaution of course,

as I have every confidence

our front line will hold.

You know Major Metzger?

Gentlemen, please be seated.

You lost a man today.

Trommler.

Pity.

- We all have to

make sacrifices, for

the greater good.

- Whose greater good?

- I want you to lead a mission,

one that is, er...

slightly out of the ordinary.

Are you familiar with

the forest of Hoia-Baciu?

- A little.

- What do you know?

That it's behind enemy lines,

as a result of yet another

well-planned

strategic withdrawal.

And the stories of course.

- Stories?

You're not afraid of ghosts

are you, Major?

- The living scare me more.

- You're going into

the forest, Major.

And you will be

escorting a civilian.

A scientist, actually.

- For what purpose?

- You will take

this civilian to a

specific location in the forest,

then make your way

back to our lines.

This civilian must

be returned unharmed.

Is that clear?

- Nothing is clear.

You said yourself

the offensive is

starting within days.

- The Colonel asked you a

specific question, Major.

- And what does that

lunatic have to do

with this suicide mission?

- May I remind you he

is a Major in the SS

and must be treated

with respect!

- Professor Kappel from

the Ahnenerbe, sir.

- The Ahnenerbe?

- Yes, yes, alright,

show him in.

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