Für ze Vaterland

[Yber]

The three men met at the bar in New Berlin, as it had been dealed long time ago. Even dressing as militaries, the greeting was pretty natural, relaxed.

"Guten tag mein herren. How're you?"

Diedrich smiled while calling the waiter to charge three drinks into his account.

"Gut. But you're late. As usual, kamaraden"

Luther laugh at the same time that he raised his coup, full of some weird and strong hard drink.


As the night was passing, many stories about the good old times were told. The three veterans remembered every single combat, patroll, permissions given by the Komander, everything. Knowing that those times, with the glorious Buro Der Marineintelligenz might don't return never, they drank until they weren't able to stand up.


The next morning, however, them three were perfectly awakened, dressed up as civilians, with their uniforms packed on bags.

"Are ze vezzelz ready?"

The voice sounded heavy, scratchy, and not a less scratchy voice answered.

"Jawohl"

"Herren, today we descend to Hell, and we zhall raise on a zea of death".

At the very same time, with their serious, tanned faces twisted by scary smiles, they shouted to the sky.

"HELL MARCH! FÜR ZE VATERLAND!"

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inb4 Sirius gets renamed to XTF.