“You are completely surrounded! Come out with your hands up!” Hauptwachtmeister Bratge ordered through his loud hailer. “Sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph!” Corporal Miguel Pizarro exclaimed as he leapt out of bed. “It’s the pigs! How the hell did they sneak up on us like that? Didn’t you spot them, Alfonso?” Private Alfonso de Cervantes rubbed his eyes blearily and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry, Jefe. I fell asleep,” he said, shamefaced. “You fell asleep?” Pizarro’s eyes blazed. “Yo...u stupid bastard, we may be soon be sleeping forever because of you!” The corporal grabbed his Schmessier submachine gun from his bedside table. “I’m sorry, Jefe: it won’t happen again.” “You’re damn right it won’t happen again, because soon we’ll be dead.” Pizarro slowly crawled on his hands and knees towards the window and carefully looked over the window ledge.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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