Excerpt
3:
Bauer
obtained the barrels from the Polish woman and dragged them into the barracks
just as Emmerich and Wittmer arrived, following behind him.
“Prisoners,
form the usual line.”
Beck
spoke from the back of the line. “Private Bauer, I see that young Hammel is not
present today. I presume he received the evacuation order?”
“No
talking, Beck!”
Wittmer
barked angrily, “What is he saying? Is that the queer?”
“Yes
sir. The queer.”
Beck
spoke up. “For the record, Sergeant, I was not convicted for being a sexual
deviant. I was convicted for the crime of treason, the same as our beloved
Führer.”
With
that, Wittmer pulled Beck out of the line by his collar and struck him in his
face with an open hand, boxing Beck’s ear. Beck cried out in pain and dropped
to one knee, holding his stinging face and ringing ear with his palm.
“Impertinent
queer! Now stand up. You spoke of an evacuation order. Who informed you of such
an order?”
Beck
stood tentatively, defensively. “I beg your pardon, sir. A mistake on my part.
I saw that Hammel was absent and presumed that the colonel had passed the order
along to Lieutenant Magnus for further implementation.”
“The colonel?”
Wittmer laughed gruffly. “You and the colonel now speak regularly about camp
administration? And when exactly did you see the colonel?”
“Again,
my apologies sir. I haven’t seen him for, perhaps a day or two. And for the
record, he did not speak with me on camp matters. He made no such
communication, besides a friendly wave while passing through the camp. The
notion that the colonel passed along the order from Berlin to the lieutenant
was mere speculation on my part. Whether the lieutenant received the order is
unknown.”
Wittmer
shook his head and stared at Emmerich, angrily, who shook his head in response.
Beck
spoke again. “And I know it’s not my place to speculate, sir, but perhaps the lieutenant
received but simply failed to share the order. With all the cavorting and such
with the French woman, perhaps he was distracted?”
Emmerich
barked, “What French woman?”
“Sorry,
sir. I should not have repeated the rumor. We prisoners hear things. It’s
inevitable. These walls are porous. You can see daylight through the cracks.”
Beck pointed to the rays of sun piercing the ground through the wall. “And
that’s why, sometimes at night, we hear voices outside our barracks. The
language is always French, though, usually whispered. I do know a very slight
amount of French, but not the words I heard last time.”
“What
words did you hear?”
“I
believe the words sounded something like … umm …ahh … ‘usine.’ And the other
word I heard several times was ‘cible, ‘cible.’ And then the word ‘espionner.’
But I don’t know what any of those words mean. I am able to understand words
like ‘bonjour,’ ‘oui,’ and ‘non.’”
Wittmer
walked over to Beck again and grabbed him by his sore ear, twisting it into his
scalp. Beck fell to his knees and cried out in agony.
“Worthless
queer! Tell me—at any time did you see Lieutenant with a French woman or any
civilian?”
“No
sir! I did not! Please accept my apologies. I should not have repeated rumors.
Rumors are so often lies!”
Wittmer
released his grip and pushed Beck down to the ground.
“Enough!
Be quiet, queer! Bauer, when you have completed this task, see me in my
quarters!”
Wittmer
and Emmerich exited, slamming the barracks door behind them. Bauer walked over
to Beck to help him up. “You sure know how to get everyone in trouble, Beck.”
…
After
Bauer left, the men surrounded Beck.
Goldenberg
looked at Beck’s ear. “Are you badly hurt, Beck?”
“Just a
little sore, Eli. I’ll be fine.”
Levinsky
scowled. “We’re lucky he only smacked you. Those two Nazi pigs could have just
as well shot you in the head and maybe the rest of us, too. If this is your
‘plan,’ Beck, I suggest you submit a new plan. Otherwise, you’re going to get
us all killed.”
Heinz
Gelbach spoke up. “So what, Levinsky. We are already dead men. At least we’d be
going out making a little trouble. Who agrees?”
Every
hand was raised, save Levinsky’s. “Okay. If you men want to follow this pied
piper off his cliff, go ahead. I can’t stop you.”
Beck
finally spoke. “Lev is right. My plan does hold great risks for each of us. If
anyone would prefer to stay behind when the rest of us walk out of here as free
men, you certainly may do so. And by the way—one down and four to go.”
Levinsky
snarled. “What do you mean?”
“We
helped Hammel escape. Now we have only four more left, not counting the
mysterious, invisible colonel.”