Chapter One Hundred Four
25th February, 1936
Berlin, Germany
Lang sat in his office, watching the bustle of the Berlin streets. From here the problems of the world seemed so distant. As the Great War grew more distant the old grievances were coming to the fore and frequently it seemed like all the parties involved were technically allies of the Germany.
The Hungarians and Romanians were busy threatening to declare war on each other. The Greeks and the Kurds were continuing to put the squeeze on the Turks like they’ve been for the last twenty years. The Arabian Peninsula was a mess with territory carved out along ethnic and sectarian lines with all of the Arabian States, usually just an outpost in the desert with higher aspirations, asking for recognition by the German Government. All of them were also asking for help waging war against the British Empire, who they regarded as a common enemy and who the German Government didn’t consider an enemy for now. Those Arabian upstarts would undo several years’ worth of delicate diplomatic and covert work, something that was clearly not going to happen.
There were new elections coming up this Summer, the Party had big things in mind for Lang himself. Being a relatively young war hero and former revolutionary with a photogenic family had its advantages. Still though he found it increasingly unsatisfactory. He needed something to rail against, a cause.
That was when a knock distracted him from his thoughts. “A Peter Holz is here to see you” The Secretary said. Emil’s brother, what could he want?
28th March, 1936
Ingolstadt, Germany
Every year thousands of tourists went over the Alps to the Sun soaked shores of Italy, here in Southern Germany in was still Winter. Something that Hans Mischner was reminded of with every step as the soot filled snow crunched under his boots. He was one of six soldiers who it was believed knew enough about trains to not come to grief in this marshaling yard.
While Hans had practically grown up in a rail yard this one was far from home and he had never had his sister’s drive to travel. His squad’s assignment was to aid Customs as they dealt with the sudden crush of rail passengers, his understanding was that Summer was even worse. However, he wouldn’t be freezing his butt off in the Summertime.
“It’s not all bad” Jost Schultz said.
Hans looked up just in time to see a girl in one of the rail carriages draw a heart on the glass as they walked past. Hans realized that he’d been the one outlined, he could feel his cheeks burning and he could hear them giggling inside.
“Real hardship ain’t it” Jost said with a smile as he slapped Hans on the shoulder and tipped his cap to the girls on the train. The giggling grew louder.
“You are real bastard” Hans said to Jost.
“Quiet!” Feldwebel Berger yelled at them. They were to be seen and not heard, for all the good that did.
There was a whistle off in the distance and the train pulled away, the next stop would be in Austria. Hans watched as the Customs officials walked away from the train preparing for the next one that was coming in behind it. Hans could see the steam engine in the distance, it would like this for the next couple of weeks. Then they would all be coming back.
Berger then spotted something and walked across the tracks. Hans had tried to warn him against doing that, getting blindsided here came with a huge cost to life and limb. On one of the side tracks a lorry had pulled up to one of the long lines of boxcars. The Customs seals were still on those, meaning that they had yet to be inspected. Jost started to follow Berger but Hans grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back, right before a wall of steel passed in front of them, boxcars being pushed into the yard. They were cut off from the Feldwebel.
The boxcars kept rolling past giving no more than flashes of what was happening on the other side. They could see Berger talking to the men unloading the boxcar. The Feldwebel must have seen something he was not supposed to because they heard a gunshot and caught a glimpse of Berger crumpling to the ground.
Hans knew what he had to do in this situation but it was something that his father had expressly warned him never to do. He threw himself under the moving boxcars falling between the tracks letting the trucks roll over him when the next boxcar came he rolled out from under on the other side. He saw Jost staring open mouthed at him, he doubted he’d ever have to listen to Jost telling him to “Man up” again after that.
The man who had shot Berger was still standing there as Hans brought his rifle to his shoulder and tried to fire a shot. The safety was still on so nothing happened. One of that man’s friends must have seen Hans because he opened fire with a sub machine gun causing him to dive for cover. Bullets were hitting the side of the box cars throwing sparks and ricochets in all directions. Hans thumbed the safety off and fired a shot in the general direction that the fire was coming from. His rifle was one of the old G98s that was supposed to be phased out eventually. He suddenly understood that there was a very good reason for that as he worked the bolt and another burst of fire went over his head.
The line of boxcars ended and the locomotive went past as Hans was engulfed in a cloud of steam. The rest of the squad were finally able to get into the act and started firing as soon as they were able to get a good look at their assailants. The man who had shot Berger went down with a couple of shots to the chest. Hans finally got off an aimed shot at the gunner as he attempted to reload he couldn’t see if he’d hit the man or not. The engine of the lorry fired up and pulled away from the boxcar seemingly aimed right at Hans. He got off a shot at the lorry, not even aiming and saw a hole appear in the windshield and a spray of blood across the interior. The lorry came to a stop the drivers body resting on the horn that blared out.
The men who had been unloading the boxcar started shooting with pistols as they attempted to run away and were swiftly shot down in turn. They had just won the fight for whatever this was.
Hans feeling of triumph swiftly faded as he noticed that the criminals that had fired at them had left huge splashes of crimson across the snow as they died. The passenger train that had been pulling in was full of passengers who had just witnessed the whole thing.
Hans looked at the hundreds of horrified faces staring back at them. “I think we just really screwed up” He said to Jost.