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Originally Posted by Chad
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Originally Posted by Letum
If the locals where fish a good German fisherman would throw them back, right Obert?
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Ja.. Tell us one of your stories Private Letum, if I remember correctly you came from a small town near a lake back in Germany right? |
Very well kiddies. Sit comfortably and let Private Letum tell you a story from the
motherland.
I am from the tiny lakeside village of Pouch in Mühlbeck.
I had a good Catholic wife before the war; just what my parents wanted.
Catholic indeed! She was practically a nun! So dull, so up tight. Not at all like these
blond Norwegian girls.
*smiles at the barmaid again*. My wife, she forbid me to drink,
she forbid me to even look at other women, let alone talk to them. She was a
curse!
For 15 years until 1943 I was under her rule.
Then Boom! The Americans come in their fat skycars and bomb the house.
What do you think my wifes last words to me on her death bed are? She says to me
that no catholic woman can't enter heaven if her husband is unfaithful after his wifes
death. She made me promise that as long as I was in Germany and had a grave to
visit her at I would never look at another woman.
What could I do? I mean...the rest of my life!?
Here's what I did!
I had her cremated, scatted the ashes without a gravestone, found my flat feet had
magically fixed them selves and joined the wehrmacht to head out of Germany.
So here I am, free of all my ties and where does the Fuhrer send me to make the
most of being single for the first time in years? A village full of crazy fishermen to
guard a fuel depo that hasn't seen a drop of oil since Autum 1944.
But hey, who am I to complain. At least it's quiet here and I can sit out the war in
peace.