Post by Anime Monster on May 5, 2006 23:32:12 GMT -5
Summary: Two men meet after fifteen years in Dachau under different circumstances.
Rating: T
Warning: Dachau was a Nazi concentration camp. This story may offend you. This is historic fiction.
Author Notes: I like to that Wirr for the help with the German translations of certain words and for beta reading this.
Dachau wasn’t a place where all of a person’s dreams come true. Far from it. It was a place where nightmare became reality. Torture and death were more common than food. One had to be tough to survive. Dachau was the model of the entire concentration camp system in Nazi Germany. In 1942, Dachau and all of it’s sub-camps worked people to death, though sometimes the guards helped them along.
Axel and Abel had grown up next door to each other. They had gone to school together. They had walked side by side. They attended each others weddings, but that was years ago. People change, friends drift apart. Axel, now thirty-eight, hadn’t seen Abel in fifteen years. He didn’t even know if his old friend was still alive, though, he never thought about Abel, he didn’t even remember him.
“Blöde schwein,” Axel said as one of the men fell near him. Axel looked at his polished black Schutzstaffel boot. He was SS, one of the most feared organizations of all time. His black clothes matched his heart, or so he thought. He looked down at the man with his crystal blue, a lock of blond hair fell over one of his eyes. The man was a classic jew, big nose, brown hair, and dark eyes.
“Freund?” the jew said, his eyes wide and tearful.
“I’m no friend of yours, schwein,” Axel said leveling his gun at the jew. The man was thin, skin and bone, he didn’t look like he could survive another day at Dachau. He was begging.
“Axel?” the man said. That made Axel freeze. How did this stinking jew know his name?
“How do you know my name, schwein,” he asked, anger dripping off his words.
“Axel, do you not remember me?” he said. “You attended Anna’s and mine wedding. We grew up together. We fought in the Great War together.”
Memories flooded Axel’s mind. How could he forget, “Abel,” he whispered. He couldn’t believe it. He had grown up next to a jew, he had befriend a jew, he had to speak to his superiors about this. He ran away from Abel his mind in turmoil.
“Commandant Weiss,” Axel said, snapping into a salute to his superior officer. The man turned to Axel and commanded him to tell him what brought him into his presences. “Sir, I was patrolling the camp, as ordered, when I came across a jew. I didn’t recognize him at first, but he was once a friend of mine and an ally in the Great War. I hadn’t seen him in fifteen years. Sir, why is he here?”
Such an innocent question from a not so innocent man. Weiss told Axel to go back to his barracks after getting the name and the brand number of Abel. When Axel left Weiss thought. Deciding on a course of action quickly he got up to follow through.
Abel was weak, he didn’t think he would be able to stand long anymore, let alone work. He wonder if he would be sent on a transport if he collapsed or if he would be killed and tossed in the furnace like so many others. He didn’t stop to think, he just thought as he worked. It wouldn’t be good for him if he stopped. Suddenly his number was called by the camp Commandant. He was ordered to stop working and follow. Not having a choice he sent a prayer to god that his wife and child would be alright.
They had gotten out. He had planned to follow only a month later, but got transferred to a Dachau. He knew where they were heading now. Fear gripped him, but so did peace. He was going to be shot. The fear wasn’t for himself, but his wife and child. He feared that they would never know he loved them. He feared that they would never know what happened to him.
He was ordered to stand against the wall and then one of the SS-men went off to get someone else. The man came back with another SS-man. Soon he realized something worst. They were going to make Axel shoot him. Tears filled his eyes, but none fell.
“Schiesse ihn,” the commandant told Axel shoving a gun to his chest. A test. He would either kill Abel, thereby reaffirming his belief in the ideology of the SS, or he would not and be killed himself.
Axel hefted the gun as if the small hand gun was the heaviest item in the world and pointed it at Abel. His hand shook violently as tears crept into his eyes and than out, sliding down his face. Suddenly, the gun changed position to be at Axel’s chin. He was going to kill himself.
“Mach das nicht,” Abel shouted at him. Where his voice came from, he did not know. Memories of growing up with Axel flooded his mind as the tears spilt over. The gunshot seemed to echo as Axel’s body slumped forward, his head mostly in pieces, the smoking gun still gripped in his hands.
The commandant glared at Abel, “Such a good soldier, you killed him, jew. Have him transported to Chelmno.”
Abel knew he didn’t have long to live now. As he was led to a special block to be sent to the extermination camp an old bible verse came to mind, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me,” he whispered as he silently prayed for Axel.
“A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting there next to you saying, ‘d**n that was fun.”
Rating: T
Warning: Dachau was a Nazi concentration camp. This story may offend you. This is historic fiction.
Author Notes: I like to that Wirr for the help with the German translations of certain words and for beta reading this.
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Dachau wasn’t a place where all of a person’s dreams come true. Far from it. It was a place where nightmare became reality. Torture and death were more common than food. One had to be tough to survive. Dachau was the model of the entire concentration camp system in Nazi Germany. In 1942, Dachau and all of it’s sub-camps worked people to death, though sometimes the guards helped them along.
Axel and Abel had grown up next door to each other. They had gone to school together. They had walked side by side. They attended each others weddings, but that was years ago. People change, friends drift apart. Axel, now thirty-eight, hadn’t seen Abel in fifteen years. He didn’t even know if his old friend was still alive, though, he never thought about Abel, he didn’t even remember him.
“Blöde schwein,” Axel said as one of the men fell near him. Axel looked at his polished black Schutzstaffel boot. He was SS, one of the most feared organizations of all time. His black clothes matched his heart, or so he thought. He looked down at the man with his crystal blue, a lock of blond hair fell over one of his eyes. The man was a classic jew, big nose, brown hair, and dark eyes.
“Freund?” the jew said, his eyes wide and tearful.
“I’m no friend of yours, schwein,” Axel said leveling his gun at the jew. The man was thin, skin and bone, he didn’t look like he could survive another day at Dachau. He was begging.
“Axel?” the man said. That made Axel freeze. How did this stinking jew know his name?
“How do you know my name, schwein,” he asked, anger dripping off his words.
“Axel, do you not remember me?” he said. “You attended Anna’s and mine wedding. We grew up together. We fought in the Great War together.”
Memories flooded Axel’s mind. How could he forget, “Abel,” he whispered. He couldn’t believe it. He had grown up next to a jew, he had befriend a jew, he had to speak to his superiors about this. He ran away from Abel his mind in turmoil.
“Commandant Weiss,” Axel said, snapping into a salute to his superior officer. The man turned to Axel and commanded him to tell him what brought him into his presences. “Sir, I was patrolling the camp, as ordered, when I came across a jew. I didn’t recognize him at first, but he was once a friend of mine and an ally in the Great War. I hadn’t seen him in fifteen years. Sir, why is he here?”
Such an innocent question from a not so innocent man. Weiss told Axel to go back to his barracks after getting the name and the brand number of Abel. When Axel left Weiss thought. Deciding on a course of action quickly he got up to follow through.
Abel was weak, he didn’t think he would be able to stand long anymore, let alone work. He wonder if he would be sent on a transport if he collapsed or if he would be killed and tossed in the furnace like so many others. He didn’t stop to think, he just thought as he worked. It wouldn’t be good for him if he stopped. Suddenly his number was called by the camp Commandant. He was ordered to stop working and follow. Not having a choice he sent a prayer to god that his wife and child would be alright.
They had gotten out. He had planned to follow only a month later, but got transferred to a Dachau. He knew where they were heading now. Fear gripped him, but so did peace. He was going to be shot. The fear wasn’t for himself, but his wife and child. He feared that they would never know he loved them. He feared that they would never know what happened to him.
He was ordered to stand against the wall and then one of the SS-men went off to get someone else. The man came back with another SS-man. Soon he realized something worst. They were going to make Axel shoot him. Tears filled his eyes, but none fell.
“Schiesse ihn,” the commandant told Axel shoving a gun to his chest. A test. He would either kill Abel, thereby reaffirming his belief in the ideology of the SS, or he would not and be killed himself.
Axel hefted the gun as if the small hand gun was the heaviest item in the world and pointed it at Abel. His hand shook violently as tears crept into his eyes and than out, sliding down his face. Suddenly, the gun changed position to be at Axel’s chin. He was going to kill himself.
“Mach das nicht,” Abel shouted at him. Where his voice came from, he did not know. Memories of growing up with Axel flooded his mind as the tears spilt over. The gunshot seemed to echo as Axel’s body slumped forward, his head mostly in pieces, the smoking gun still gripped in his hands.
The commandant glared at Abel, “Such a good soldier, you killed him, jew. Have him transported to Chelmno.”
Abel knew he didn’t have long to live now. As he was led to a special block to be sent to the extermination camp an old bible verse came to mind, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me,” he whispered as he silently prayed for Axel.
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“A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting there next to you saying, ‘d**n that was fun.”