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Audie S. Jäger
"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. "
- Douglass MacArthur
The war was only just begun, but Audie didn't know that. He was promised a quick battle to crush the allies, then he'd be back singing in no time. Of course, he believed that. Most men did. None of them thought they were signing away their life when they joined the German army. Hitler promised victory, Audie just had to go out there and get it. 1939 was going to be the year for victory.
It was the morning before he re-joined a new squadron. Audie had been discharged from the hospital from a war injury. It was only an explosion to the face, but it was too close to his brain for him to carry on. But he and his other troops were ready to advance on the western front to win this war. Audie thought about it as he brushed his teeth, listening to his parents having a little argument in their front room. He couldn't make out the words, but he knew his mother was crying.
"Please mama, I'll be gone until we defeat the Brits. So we won't be gone for long, right father?" Audie smiled up at his father, both of them dressed in their unifroms. Of course his dad was a Gestapo officer, a policeman who didn't have to fight on the front line. Audie was dressed up in his greens, little cap on his head, ready to don a gun and get home quick. His mother sniffed, dabbing her sore eyes as she looked up to her husband, who only nodded. "I'll see you soon mama, I'll write every week." He whispered, leaning over to kiss her cheek. His father rushed him along, he waved goodbye to his weeping mother.
"Be good out there Audie, show those scum what we're made of." Audie tried not to cringe at his fathers words as he stuck his head out of the train window, "You got it father, I'll see you on the other side." His father had a proud look on his face as he gave his sons arm a squeeze. With the, the train screeched into action, letting out a puff of black smoke. Audie waved to his father before leaning back into the cabin, ready to make some friends.
The walk to the squadron was long. Audie gripped his issued rifle and tin of food as they rattled together. He already made two friends; Gil and Axel. He quickly impressed them with his singing, Axel was a percussionist and Gil, well, he was just a fan. They bonded quickly and stuck together as they walked towards the platoon.
Once they arrived, the men were told to shuffle in silence into the cold, dim room. When Audie turned behind him to talk to Gil, one of the officers shouted at him. Audie went red, looking down to the floor as he entered the room. He stood in his place quietly, trying to come back from being shouted at. He thought by all the time he had been in the army he would of got used to it, and he was, slowly.
The voice that began talking got Audie's ear. He looked up sharply. He knew he recognized it as soon as he looked at his commanding officer. Christof.
His heart jumped for joy then sunk back into his chest. He couldn't tell if this was a blessing or a curse. But seeing his handsome, rugged face again was a blessing. Audie looked up at him like it was the first time they met in the bar. He fluttered his eyelashes, trying not to get his hopes up. But Christof looked even better in his uniform. Audie's little gay heart couldn't take it. He puffed his chest, trying to get his attention. "Please..." He let the word pass through his lips like a breath. Christof had to recognize him. Right?