Who was it had taken her home? He, Braun, had been awakened by a familiar-unfamiliar voice. I want to sleep." She fumbled for her dress and petticoat, covered herself with them, and went to sleep. Then she lay down and said: "Quiet, everybody, please. For a time she remained seated on the floor. The expected disaster did not occur, however she climbed on a chair, and when she tried to step onto the table the chair toppled over and she with it. She had quite a good figure-well covered, but not to excess. The medical officer in the corner-Braun hardly knew him and had no idea how he had got to his farewell party-said: "Look out, now she's going to climb on the table." That was just what Braun was afraid she was going to do the table was wobbly, and if she danced on it it would probably collapse. At last she got rid of the thing and flung it into a corner she looked quite attractive, though she was over thirty and had led a pretty dissolute life since her husband, a parachutist, had been reported missing in Crete. She had some difficulty with her brassiere, it got caught in something, and she concentrated on it with her serious, thoughtful face. She started undressing, and nobody took any notice or tried to stop her. Pauli" that was coming from the gramophone. The Bolero Tango, the Negro Rumba, she had round knees, for heaven's sake not quite so loud, the Schuberts down below have tapped on the ceiling twice already, never mind, let them, after all I'm leaving for the front tomorrow, doesn't that justify a little exuberance? Inge had begun singing "It's a Long Way Home" but suddenly stopped, stared in front of her as if lost in thought, muttered something, emptied her glass (he had hoped she would not smash it against the wall, as she was fond of doing) and then sang "The Stars that Shine in Germany,"īut neither that nor "It's a Long Way Home" fitted in with "The Red Lamps of St. She had held in her hand her long-stemmed glass of cheap champagne- the glasses had been borrowed from Frau Kurz next door- and beat time to the music from the gramophone. Never mind, it had been a wonderful evening. I've never even had so much as a filling, I don't even know what a dentist's chair is like.") She had rocked with laughter, though nobody had the slightest idea what she was laughing about she did it only to show her teeth. ("I've never been to the dentist in my life, really I haven't. She always did that and it was a luxury she could well afford. Erika had laughed and laughed, throwing back her head and displaying to all the world two perfect rows of shamelessly white teeth. It had been a wonderful evening, but the result was unfortunately a hangover. And that damned rat-faced drummer would stop. "The poor soldiers, how they must be perspiring," another answered. "What a long time it's taking," said a woman's voice behind him. Boom! Boom! Boom! a pause, then Boom! Boom! Boom! A military policeman addressed the crowd pressing at the barrier with the gentleness of an absent-minded father: "Keep back there, please, keep back." He had a marked accent. Each blow of his fat round drumstick descended on Braun's cranium with a sickening thud. The drummer took no notice of Braun's aching head he had a round, red, perspiring face, a pointed nose that did not fit in with the rest of his features, and projecting teeth. "Eyes right! Eyes front! Stand at ease!" The brass instruments glittered in the sunshine. A sharp, piercing voice shouted: " 'Shun! Stand at ease! 'Shun!" Heels clicked. He had a headache, which the loud, if tuneful, music of the military band did nothing to improve. Karl Braun, by rank a lieutenant, stood by the barrier at the station. (Extracts from divisional movement orders) Three officers, five N.C.O.'s and forty-six men now attached to the 93rd Grenadier Division will be posted to the assault battalion.
Detraining station Tomarovka (White Russia).
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The First Casualty Men and equipment to the strength of a full battalion will be provided by the Depot Battalion, 93rd Grenadier Division, for drafting to the eastern front. EDITION CONTAINS MINOR ADDITIONS AND RESTORATIONS BY ELSIE STERN OF CERTAIN PASSAGES OMITTED FROM THE BASIC TRANSLATION. WAR BY IGOR SENTJURC TRANSLATED* FROM THE GERMAN BY ERIC MOSBACHER *THE U.S.
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