Soldiers of the Damned Page #3

We get there, do

as we're ordered

and we get out, that's it.

- Is there a problem, Major?

Major, we're exposed.

- Metzger.

- Where are you

from, Lieutenant?

I'm from Potsdam,

Do you know it?

- Over here.

- Last week, I

doused 15 Romanian

Jews in petrol and

set them alight.

Some took thirty minutes to die.

Many were children.

Do you want to know

where I come from now?

- Do you even know why

you do these things?

- Because I am strong

and they are weak.

- You're a German soldier,

you should know this.

- I would rather shoot myself

than commit such an atrocity.

- Why don't I save

Germany the bullet?

- Threaten one of us

again and I'll gut you.

- Oh, f***.

You see, I told you.

This forest is possessed.

- No, it's not.

- Metzger...

Metzger...

Over here.

- Major.

- It was nothing, Lieutenant.

Let's move on.

- Yes, sir.

- You're angry with me.

- No.

- I'm sorry Kurt, I

didn't know it'd be you.

- It doesn't matter.

- I need you to understand.

- I'm a soldier

and I take orders.

You needn't worry, Professor.

I will get you to

your objective.

In the meantime,

why don't you remain

with your little SS friends?

- Major!

- They are not my-

- Tank, Panther.

- Identity papers?

- No sir, only this.

German clothing.

Good tailor, expensive.

- Good God.

- Oh, my God!

Jesus Christ.

- Come on Professor,

let's get you out of here.

- Go away.

- It's alright, Private.

- Who is he?

- Someone with the initials BD.

Do you recognise this?

Do these initials

mean something to you?

- You seem

distressed, Professor.

- Really?

Do I?

It may come as some

surprise to you, Major

but it's not every

day I see a man

run over by a tank.

- This man wasn't

run over, Professor.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Just look at him.

How else would this happen?

- How could a tank

get into here?

We're surrounded by trees.

It's like it was just-

- Dropped from the sky.

- This view takes the

work out of the climb,

isn't that so, Lieutenant?

- Lieutenant Jung,

what are you doing?

- He was being disrespectful

to you, Professor.

I'm going to teach him

a lesson in manners.

- Leave him! I said, leave him!

How was he being disrespectful?

- He made a comment about your-

- Well?

- About you, Professor.

- I see.

Well, I'm very fortunate to have

turned the head of such

a handsome young man.

- But, Professor!

- On your way, Lieutenant.

Why do you carry that bullet?

Come, there must be a reason.

- It has my name on it.

I, I engraved it myself.

- Why?

- You'll think me an idiot.

- No, I won't. Tell me.

- I thought if I had the

bullet with my name on it,

then no one else would.

- That's very clever.

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