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The gunner emotionlessly set up his weapon at the end of the car. Those fifty prisoners meant nothing to him. Years under the SS meant the days of being repulsed by such an order were long past.

As he adjusted the ammo belt the sight of the Englishmen’s shock as they grasped their fate didn’t move him. Pulling the trigger & spraying the field produced no more emotion than his morning shave.

But when his eyes fixed on the sight of all his spent rounds on the ground before a pair of red boots that brought him emotion, raw fear.

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As he raised his head to see that death for him and all with him was moments away, Squadron Leader Bartlett remembered his dismissal of the words of Group Captain Ramsey on the difference between the Gestapo, SS and Luffwaffe.

He was well acquainted with death being at his shoulder and understood that in this escape death held all the best cards, but in that last moment he was surprised that the idea of them all being shot in cold blood after capture still shocked him.

But not as surprised as he was to find it wasn’t the last moment.

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“You fools weren’t able to complete the simple task of delivering the Ensign for interrogation. Now you move the Captain to your headquarters when he was in the most secure POW camp in all of Germany?” The officer paused for effect, “Idiocy!”

“But Herr Carterheim…”

“No buts Leutnant Berlin Gestapo is taking no chances with this prisoner. As you & your men have proven yourselves incompetent our party will take him to Berlin ourselves, THEN we will decide if you will pay for this foolishness with your lives.

The Leutnant gulped as he called for the guard.

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