East Berlin's June Boat Song

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"name?"

"Rhein Müller."

"age."

"13 is old."

The pretty female officer from the Ministry of Defense Recruitment looked up at me like a leopard scrutinizing its prey.God, her emerald eyes were beautiful, and her golden curls were like golden waves of wheat.I wish I could sleep with such a beauty when I come back from victory.

Putting my hands on the table, I pretended to be cool and asked: "Beauty, do you have a boyfriend?"

Her hand holding the pen paused suddenly, revealing a sweet but dangerous smile.

"You are not noble," she said.

I shrugged, "So what?"

"It means you have no money."

I whistled: "If you have money, you don't need it!" I knocked on the table with a smirk: "When I come back, can you be my girlfriend?"

I glanced at the nameplate on her chest: "Second Lieutenant Heigl..."

She stared at me, and suddenly sighed: "Rhein... Actually, you don't need to do this."

"You are not needed here, go back."

This sentence hit my pain point, but I still persuaded with a shy face: "Give me a chance?"

"Rhein, you are disabled, and there is no need for disabled people on the battlefield." Her tone was indifferent, and she started to pack her files, and I knew she was leaving.

"Lilith, please." In desperation, I called out her name and begged my neighbor sister Lilith, who I had a crush on for a long time: "As long as I go to the battlefield, I can do anything! "

A complex emotion suddenly appeared in Lilith's green eyes: "You are still too young, Rhine, many things are not what you think." She held my hand: "Staying in Berlin is very important to you." the best."

"No!" I stood up angrily and shook off her hand: "Groot and Misha, who are younger than me, have all gone to the Eastern Front, but I can't! I just got hurt by a brick , will get better soon!"

I blushed and looked at the beautiful Lilith: "I'm not disabled!"

Lilith immediately lowered her head, a blush appeared on her white cheeks, and I saw her curled eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Rhein, you don't understand..."

"Sister Lilith, we still have hope of victory!" I gave a standard Nazi salute: "Look! I can give everything for the Führer!"

Lilith looked up at me, with a bleak smile on the corner of her mouth.She was about to say something when she heard a stalwart soldier walk out from the recruitment office of the Ministry of National Defense Building. His footsteps were steady and powerful, and he looked at me with a bright smile.

He is tall and tall, with a straight military uniform, and he stands with his hands behind his back, full of style.My blond hair was neatly brushed back, and wise brown eyes looked me up and down.

"Lieutenant Colonel Haydn." Lilith quickly stood up and gave a military salute.

"What's your name?" He asked me after nodding to Lilith.

"Rhein Müller." I let my voice be strong, my chin raised high, and I looked like a fighting rooster.

It turned out to be a lieutenant colonel, so I had to behave well.

Lieutenant Colonel Haydn ticked the corner of his mouth and asked Lilith next to him, "Why was he rejected?"

Lilith whispered, "He's disabled."

When I said this, my kind sister avoided my eyes, and her face flushed again with guilt.My heart hurts because I don't want to see her look like this.

I want her to be proud of me, not pity me.

"Take two steps." The lieutenant colonel was very interested.

I pursed my lips, clenched my fists, and stepped out with my right leg, and then as I stepped out with my left leg, I used all my strength to control my left foot and let it do its job.

However, it still disappointed me. The moment I landed, an indescribable sense of powerlessness came from my feet, like stepping on soft cotton, and my entire left side fell downward.

I took a few steps holding my breath, my face was as red as a ripe tomato.

"Enough." The lieutenant colonel's voice was still gentle, and I stood still to meet his gaze.

"You really want to go to the front?"

"Yes! Lieutenant Colonel!"

"why?"

"As a German citizen, I will give everything to the Reich, to the Führer!"

I imitated the tone of the Führer's speech, and my voice was impassioned.Although deep down I always think that this look is silly and looks like a clown.But I acted well, because I saw the gleam of relief in the lieutenant colonel's eyes.

He came over and patted my slightly thin shoulder.

"How old are you?"

"13 years old!" I straightened up.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he turned to Lilith and said, "Arrange him to train in nursing school for a month, and then go to the Eastern Front—"

He looked at me: "As a medical soldier."

So in March 1944, 3-year-old Rhine finally became a medical soldier with honor after being rejected by the Ministry of Defense three times.At that time, he was full of fighting spirit, and he studied more seriously than anyone else in the nursing school. He finally graduated with honors in the next month and was about to go to the Eastern Front.

The night before departure was uneventful. I rubbed my sore feet and tossed and turned on the bed covered with a thin quilt.Grandma Niya was sleeping soundly next door, and through the blurred glass windows, the quiet moonlight shone in my humble bedroom.This five-story building is located on the street in the East District of Berlin. We, who live in poverty, live on the most humble top floor.Looking out from the glass window of the bedroom, Berlin under the moonlight is full of ruins that are too late to repair. The capital of the world is howling reluctantly under the bombing of the British, but it is still proud.

I think the linden tree on the banks of the Spree River must be swaying gently in the wind at this time, the street under the linden tree is like a silver ribbon in the moonlight, and the Brandenburg Gate stands like an unyielding giant in the night... ...I realized how much I love this city the day before I was about to leave.

I suddenly missed the days of swimming in the river with my friend Misha and then going home to be scolded. In 1939, we were not yet ten years old, and the courageous Misha always liked to confront Grandma Niya, and she was so angry that she would not even give us black bread.When we are very hungry, we can only go to Lilith to beg for food.At that time, she had just graduated from university, and there were many men who pursued her, but Misha and I felt that none of them were good enough for her.

"Of course I am worthy of Lilith!" Misha raised her head proudly, leaning on the door with one hand, imitating the funny look of grown men smoking, which he thought was very masculine.

I retorted angrily: "Lilith likes smart men! She likes classical music as much as I do."

"But you are weak, I can beat you down without any effort!" Misha showed his little canine teeth, as if mocking me: "Besides, your house has no piano for a long time!"

"Damn it, shut your mouth!" I was irritated by success, and then inevitably wrestled with him, until I had no strength and collapsed at the door of Lilith's house, waiting for her to come home with a smirk.

What a wonderful time, before the war reached Berlin, when our empire was on its way to victory.

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn honking came from downstairs, and I jumped out of bed with a jerk.

"Lilith!" I rushed downstairs and got into Lilith's car.

"I miss you so much!" I put my arms around her slender waist, even though I am about the same height as her, my kind sister will still allow me to hug her and act like a baby with her.

She rubbed my hair, her voice was as sweet as a nightingale: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Grandma Niya."

I raised my eyes and asked with a smirk: "Then when I come back, can you be my girlfriend?"

Lilith pinched my nose and said with curved eyes, "Okay."

"Really!" I looked at her excitedly.

Lilith nodded: "Really, as long as you come back."

I was so happy that I almost kissed her on the cheek, but I think I should be a gentleman, after all, Rhine Müller is a famous beautiful boy in this small neighborhood in Berlin.This is not my pride, after all, even Grandma Niya said that I inherited all the advantages of my dead parents, especially my mother, that Aryan beauty who came from a down-and-out nobleman.

"I actually don't understand, Rhine, why do you have to go to the Eastern Front?"

Lilith lit a women's cigarette, and the smoke filled the night. She looked somber and alluring, and it made my heart beat wildly.

"You don't really like war, do you? You're a kind boy."

"I don't want to be looked down upon by them," I said.

"Was I among them?"

Lilith took a drag on her cigarette, and smiled with stars in her eyes: "Rhein, I'm 13 years older than you, and I'm already 26 years old. I was the same age as you when you were born."

"so what?"

"I've never looked down on you, I'm so guilty that I couldn't rescue you from the bombing in time the night before last." Lilith looked at me: "Do you hate me?"

"No, Lilith, I love you."

"Little Rhine." She gently rubbed my head: "Everything is different."

I blushed slightly because I had just summoned up the courage to confess, but Lilith's reaction was not what I wanted to see.So I wanted to save myself from such an embarrassing situation.

"Do you remember that gypsy woman who lived around then?"

"Remember." Lilith's eyes dimmed: "She is dead."

"I know." I grabbed Lilith's hand and fell into the memory: "At that time, she was not taken away, and I liked to eat the scones she made. Once when I was eating and drinking at her house, she suddenly Tell me, go and look in the east, what I'm looking for is in the east."

Lilith froze and looked at me.

I smiled, and then said: "What a coincidence, later on you liked to play tarot cards, and you said the same thing to her when you counted for me."

"You all say that all I seek in my life is in the East."

I think my pupils should be shining at that time, because I felt my eyes moist, and I said blankly: "I want to go to the East, even though I don't know what I'm looking for."

Lilith was a little dumb, maybe at this moment she also believed in fate, she hugged me into her arms and stroked my head: "Good Rhine, my dear brother, what you are looking for must be very good things, because God Children who are kind will be rewarded."

She kissed me on the cheek and wept silently.

That night was a rare moment of happiness in my life. I was in the city I love so much, hugging the person I like, absorbing her warmth, and having dreams within reach in my heart.The sentimental little Rhine shed a lot of tears that night, and swore in front of the woman she loved that he would return safely.

But at that time, he didn't know that this night was actually a farewell.

What's more, he didn't know that parting like this would happen many times in his next life, and every time it broke his heart, he wouldn't really understand the meaning of these partings until he was very old.

East, East, the East filled with war and smoke.

Carrying my small luggage, I boarded the military vehicle bound for the front line.

I saw Grandma Niya wiping tears in the crowd and waving goodbye to me with a yellow handkerchief.I held back my tears because I firmly believed that I would come back.

I am going to the East to save the lives of my compatriots from the guns of the Soviets. I want to find what I am destined to find in my life. With beautiful fantasies, I believe that I will win a big victory and come back with a full harvest.

Until the first time I heard the unique sound of the Katyusha rocket launcher, the sky above the dark night was illuminated by fire as if it were day, and the soldiers covered in blood were carried into the field hospital behind the front line one by one. No kind of symphony can hide it, and I realized that I can't find any good things here, only endless blood and death.

The smell of blood made me spit it out, and before I even had time to wipe my mouth and raise my head, I met the eyes of a soldier about my age.

He lay on a stretcher, blood soaking his small body, his intestines pouring out like a pool of molluscs from the horrible opening in his abdomen.His voice was hoarse, and blood bubbles kept gushing from his mouth. Although his voice was hoarse, he could still be heard saying desperately:

"help me."

However, it seemed as though all his strength had been used up to say those words, his head tilted, and his gaze lost instantly.

I opened my eyes wide and tried to calm myself down. After taking a deep breath, I walked forward and closed his eyes.

This is my first day at the Romanian border defense line.

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This is a spy war essay, with ambush in the early stage and an explosion in the middle stage.There are references and adaptations to specific history, and comments will be made when writing.