Battle of the Rhine

1945 was a pretty good year. Fifty years later, Michael Fiennes sits in a rocking chair on the front porch of his house in Arizona, with the radio on and off. "That was a good year," he mutters. "It was pretty good."

A few flies circled the radio, which played corny songs.In the afternoon, the field is quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing through the withered grass. Sergeant Michael Fiennes of the No.12 Army soon fell asleep.The fly landed on the radio and flew away after a while.

"Damn German," "Big Girl" spat on the ground, helmet in hand, "Damn Hitler, son of a bitch—"

After a burst of laughter, "Big Girl" put on the helmet.There was a small chip on the rim of the helmet, and a stray bullet nearly killed him.

"If you hit your crotch, you will get what you want!" Tim Addison said with a strange smile, "Don't you always think your eggs are redundant?"

"Fuck you," "Big Girl" spat again, "You have extra eggs! You old dog!"

"Okay," Michael Fiennes yawned, and raised his rifle, "You guys are busy chatting, and watch out for the German guy to run away."

"Where can they go?" said Tim, picking up a Camel. "East? The Soviets are waiting! I reckon they'd love to be captured by the Allies, at least not have to dig coal in Siberia—you say, Yes or no?"

A group of German prisoners stood neatly. They had been disarmed long ago, and even the belts around their waists were missing as "military supplies".Michael joined the Army in 1944, the first time he relaxed on the battlefield.At that time, everyone called guarding the prisoners "release the wind".At this time, the Soviet Union crossed the Oder River on the Eastern Front and was approaching Berlin. The Allied forces were also pressing on the Western Front and broke into the German mainland.The fall of Berlin, the home of fascism, was only a matter of time.Once Hitler was captured—whether he fell into the hands of the Allies or the Soviets—the war was over. "Big girl" often complained that he was lying well on the bed in New York, and suddenly one day, with a bang, the Japanese bombs blew up Pearl Harbor.His cousin was serving on the USS Arizona, and not even a piece of his body was found. "It's probably eaten by fish," "Big Girl" once said earnestly, "Have you ever been to Hawaii? There are fish everywhere, fish bigger than a fucking person."

The German prisoners were silent, holding their helmets in one hand and blankets in the other.This group of guys, who were particularly tenacious in the just-concluded Battle of the Rhine, fired the last bullet.Michael observed the expressions of the Germans carefully, and felt that they looked like dolls that little girls loved to play with, with no expression and eyes like glass balls.Tim kicked the lead captive. "Fuck, you fascist bastards!"

"Okay," Michael said, "Okay" was his catchphrase, "you can't kick their asses by some convention, even if they're fascists—"

"Where did you get the Luger?" Tim asked suddenly. "Fuck!"

"Oh, me, when you were making noise," Michael tilted his head, motioning for the German to go over, "I just got it—you should observe more, understand, observe."

"Watch the fart!" Tim laughed and scolded, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it with his boots. "No one among us is smarter than you. You are fucking smarter than the fox in the zoo."

"Uh, uh, thanks." Michael let the second German prisoner pass. "You still have a chance. There are Germans running around here like crazy pullets."

"I can't kick fascist ass, but 'big chicks' can fuck fascist ass," Tim said, lighting a second cigarette.There was a huge roar of laughter, and even Michael laughed too. "Big Chick" said, "Then I'll fuck/Your ass first, Tim."

Tim held up his hands. "I surrender."

Don't know how a Deutsche fascist ass feels like fucked, it may or may not be stronger than an American ass. "Big girl" definitely fucked men's asses, everyone said so.His name was Eddie or Thomas or something, but everyone called him "Big Girl" because of his peculiar hobby.In times of war, you will find that everything is messed up.As long as you know how to fight and don't hold back, it doesn't matter if you fuck a man's ass.And, who made "big girl" a New Yorker?New York is the most chaotic place in the United States. Michael's grandma said [-] times that New York has been occupied by the devil, and God will eventually punish New York.

A third captive walked by, then a fourth.Unlike the first three ordinary soldiers, this German should be an officer, as can be seen from his field gray twill military uniform, dark green flocked collar, long riding boots, and the red and black ribbon on his chest. "Lieutenant," Tim whistled, and then said regretfully, "damn, his gun must have been handed over—wasn't it you, Mike?"

"No," said Michael, "I picked it up—let's say I picked it up, it didn't come from him anyway."

"Fuck, look at 'Big Nier,'" Tim said, "look, he's got his eye on this Nazi!"

Michael glanced out of the corner of his eye, and "big girl" was indeed staring at the German lieutenant.I have to admit that this German guy has a very handsome, typical Germanic face. He is only in his early twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a straight nose.He gritted his teeth, and Michael could see his masseter muscles twitch slightly.

"In the past," Michael cocked the Luger, noticing that the German was still wearing his wedding ring, "hold your blanket."

"Wait," Tim jumped up, "Hey," he called, "you, can you understand me?"

The German lieutenant stood straight, and from Michael's perspective, his masseter muscles became more defined. "Damn it," Tim grabbed the lieutenant by the collar and gave it a hard push, "this kid—"

"Come on," Michael said, "that treaty...he surrendered."

"He's a Nazi if he surrenders," Tim said, as if he hated the German. "Look at the way he's cocky, like he's the one who won—"

"Okay, don't think so much." Michael waved his hand, "Go over there and sit down."

The German straightened up and walked forward.Tim kicked up and knocked him to the ground. "Die-hard Nazi," Tim panted, "I can tell... this guy must be a SS thug."

"He's wearing an Army uniform," Michael said. "He's not an SS, I guess."

"He must have raped a French woman," Tim kicked at the German lieutenant again, his handsome fair face was covered with mud and his blond hair was disheveled, "I'm sure...I can shoot him."

"You have to have evidence." Michael winked at "Big Girl", but unfortunately, "Big Girl" seemed to be fascinated, staring at the face of the German lieutenant, and did not respond for a long time. "If you have evidence, you can send him to a court-martial—"

"Of course, I'm sure the judge will hang him," Tim said. "Nazis, human crap, they can do anything. Germans like to rape French women, and Dutch women, Soviet women... "

"I didn't!" The German lieutenant suddenly opened his mouth, "I didn't rape the French woman." He said, speaking English very slowly, jumping out word by word, "No."

"Look, he said he didn't." "Big Nier" finally came to his senses, "It's the job of the court to try the fascists, we're just in charge of them, Tim—"

"Liar!" Tim slapped the German lieutenant, blood trickling down his nose, "You fucking absolutely—"

"I didn't," said the German lieutenant stubbornly, "I—didn't—lie—"

"Then you've always killed people," Tim said. "Have you ever killed a Frenchman? Eh? Or a Jew? How many? One, two, ten? I heard you built the gas chambers..."

Michael lowered his head, the white/skinned face of the German lieutenant quickly dimmed, and the stubborn expression disappeared.Tim kicked him triumphantly, like a sack.

"Nazis don't deserve to live," Tim spat. "Trash deserves to die."