Dawn Redemption

Chapter 48 XXIII.barracks dormitory

The heavy snow in the evening came as promised, covering the sky full of stars, which were scattered from the sky.Under the night sky, the lights in the small window are bright, and the snow in front of the window is mottled.

"Come on, Jonas, open the brandy, Rolf, do me a favor, bring the glass--thank you, Finn, don't be dazed, and you two, stop playing cards now--why do you always Playing cards?"

Rudy shrugged and put the cards away.Marcus was busy preparing for this little New Year's banquet.Such a small banquet was too extravagant in Auschwitz, even for them as SS soldiers.Finn used to be a bit cruel, but it didn't mean he abandoned the education he received back then.Under his leadership, this team has become a bit strange in other people's mouths. They complete their tasks seriously, but they almost never rob the prisoners of their well-being.

Everyone except Finn was smoking cigarettes.Finn covered his mouth and nose and coughed twice, chose a seat upwind, and sat on Jonas' bed. Of course, Jonas was willing to make way for him. scent.

The table was dragged to the middle of the room, and all kinds of food were placed on it. Although the tableware was not particularly complete, the lid of the lunch box was also used as a plate to hold food.

"It's a pity that there are no white sausages." Jonas propped his face, "I miss the Munich sausages so much."

"You're from Munich?" Fein asked.Jonas nodded.Finn thought to himself, no wonder his accent was a little familiar, it turned out to be the same as his father's accent in memory.But he could no longer remember his father's voice.

Marcus was finally ready, he clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Okay guys, now we can eat these things slowly together, but don't be too hard, we have to eat until past twelve o'clock."

"Why didn't you do this thing first?" Jonas stamped out the cigarette butt, shaking the brandy in his hand.

"Commander Jonas Enrich's motion passed!" Marcus solemnly pointed at Jonas with his palm.Everyone clamored and raised their glasses. "Okay...slow down, Rolf, don't elbow me, hey, hey..." Jonas was surrounded and poured wine into everyone's glasses.This brandy is particularly strong, and they would not drink it in such a large amount if it were not for special occasions such as the New Year.

Finn had been sitting on the bed, he knew he couldn't hold alcohol, and the experience of being drunk last time left him with lingering fears, so he didn't go up to fight.While in a daze, Jonas, who broke free from the siege, put his arms around his neck: "Come on, don't be so out of gregarious."

"He's afraid he'll drink too much and fall for you." Rolf interjected, and then laughed strangely, but he was hit on the forehead by a flying cork immediately, and couldn't laugh out loud.

Jonas curled his lips, not only shooting, but also anything related to aiming.Finn gave a rare smile: "Okay, then... just a little." "Okay." Jonas took his empty glass and poured some wine into it.

"Cheers! Happy New Year!"

Everyone gulped down the wine. Although the stove was burning and the room was not as cold as outside, drinking the strong wine that seemed to burn their throats made their bodies warmer.I don't know if it was due to the illusion caused by alcohol, they almost thought that this was just an ordinary family gathering between brothers, and the war had long since ceased.

"Drink slowly, we still have several bottles." Rolf proudly pointed at the wine bottles on the table.

Jonas didn't take it seriously: "Why don't you keep some? I don't think those Frenchmen are so generous every time. Maybe they will fool us with vodka mixed with water after the Chinese New Year."

Finn also spoke in agreement: "Yes, and don't forget, we are not on vacation."

Looking at the dissatisfied faces of the team pet and the captain, Rolf had no choice but to give up: "Okay, I think... just get rid of these two bottles, what Finn said is right, we have to go tomorrow Standing guard." Everyone muttered a few words, but they didn't say anything, besides, there were still a lot of delicious food waiting for them to destroy.

They reached for bacon and sardines from the table, and Fern took a tube of creamy condensed milk and slathered it on the bread.Only Jonas, with bright eyes, took out the broken harmonica from under the pillow and said, "My friends, why don't we play some music!"

Before he lowered his head and blew out the first note, Marcus stuffed a piece of jelly into his mouth quickly, almost choking him to death. "How about we sing a song?" Rolf asked, and everyone agreed. "How about—"Erica"? Everyone will? Come! Look at me!" He was like a conductor. Waving the fork likewise, "One—two—three—start!"

"Little—" "Cough cough cough cough cough!"

Jonas finally coughed up the jelly, and realizing that everyone in the room was looking at him, he waved his hand in embarrassment to indicate that he was fine.

"Little flowers bloom in the wilderness

her name is erika

thousands of little bees

race to that erika

Just because the stamens are full of sweetness

The petals exude a charming fragrance. "

They applaud themselves vigorously.Kahn smiled at Finn, and Finn was taken aback for a moment before remembering that it was the first time he sang in front of others.Change to the days when I closed myself up and guarded others from time to time, and I seldom even talked, let alone singing.

He lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth to smile, then began to eat the bread in his hand again.

The six of them chatted freely with a little bit of alcohol that had just risen, and they didn't feel the deep snow and cold outside the window.

Rolf and Marcus fought again. In order not to hurt the wine and food, the two stood in a corner of the house to "duel", and ended up wrestling amid booing and cheering.Finn put aside the bread and ate the condensed milk with a spoon. Jonas joined Rudy and Kahn in the game.

"Hey," Marcus said, the voice was relatively loud, everyone in the dormitory quieted down and listened, "Do you think the war will end next year?"

"I hope! I really don't want to stay here," Jonas shrugged. "Now that our economy has recovered, I don't think it's bad to be a clerk or a worker or something. To be honest, if I want to be here I'm a little disturbed that there's such... such a brutal massacre going on here. I often have dreams about the people who were killed."

"Me too." Kahn confessed honestly.

Finn blinked, and slowly said: "But we are soldiers, and we have no other choice but to follow orders."

Suddenly the atmosphere became heavy, and there was only the sound of chewing food in the room.Someone lit a cigarette, and the sound of matches was short and clear.

"What are you doing so solemnly?" Rolf said, "After the war, we can all go back, can't we? Such days won't be too long, and it will pass soon!" "Yes, yes, In order to encourage everyone's emotions, Marcus also stood up and echoed: "We can live a stable life after the war! By then, I must become a very, very good broadcaster! You will listen to the news in the future. will hear my voice."

"Oh my god, that's terrible, why don't you let me listen to the air raid siren." Rolf cried sadly. "I don't believe you have any more ambitious goals." Marcus gave him a sideways look.

Rolf stroked the mustache on his lips, chuckled lightly, and said, "Yes, I am older than you all. After I go back, I should find a woman to start a family and have children."

"For me, I still want to go back to my father's factory. The old man is getting old, so I have to help him." Rudy said.

"I thought the ideal of both of you was to play poker for the rest of your life." Marcus teased.Then Kahn took a sip of his wine and said slowly: "I am used to seeing the scenery here. When the war is over, I want to be a poet."

"Fuck me?" Jonas opened his mouth exaggeratedly, "Poet? Isn't it?" Kahn smiled and took out a stack of thick manuscript paper from under the pillow.

"Someone has to record this era in gunpowder, as well as us and them." He looked out the window, although he couldn't see anything, only the vast night.

"Forget it, no one will remember us at that time." Finn whispered, smiling bitterly.

Jonas patted him on the shoulder: "Okay!" He stood up, cleared his throat in a serious manner, raised his fork as a microphone, and said clearly: "My dream is to return to Berlin after the war— "

"Married—"

Jonas showed an expression as if he had eaten moldy bread, and his face turned red after turning green.Finn patted him on the back calmly, and said lightly: "Okay, okay, we all know." "Yes, shouldn't you be at ease as your little wife?" Marcus smiled, and finally Don't forget to whistle.Jonas' face became even hotter. He sat back on the bed, ate a piece of bacon, and suddenly remembered something and asked Finn next to him, "Finn, what about you? Have you thought about it?"

Rolf interjected: "Oh, Fein is young and promising, so he might be a government official in the future."

Unexpectedly, Fein shook his head.He was silent for a while.Up to now, he has been drifting like duckweed, tossing and turning, floating and sinking with the surrounding situation.Originally, he didn't know how to plan his future path. Although he didn't have a clear plan at this time, but after listening to the wishes of several other people, he suddenly felt that a vague path became clear in front of him in an instant.

He looked up, with a different kind of brilliance in his eyes.

"I——I want to be my original self, and I want to live my own life." He said firmly, with clanging words, "I don't want to be bound by others anymore, and I don't want to consider other people's opinions anymore. I want to find the real Everything that belongs to me! If there is something I have to bear, then come, and I will never escape!" He put his fist on his heart, "Only it is worth my pursuit."

"Fin..." Jonas looked surprised.

As if he just came back to his senses, Finn blinked: "What's the matter?" Seeing everyone's expressions of disbelief: "What's the matter? Are you talking?"

"You...are you still Finn? It's the first time you've said so many words." Rolf said, then smiled.

Finn stroked the disobedient hair on the back of his head with his hands, grinned brightly, and said, "Maybe because I drank a little too much, Jonas, pour me another drink." A little... yes, well, enough."

He took another sip of brandy and raised the glass in his hand: "I hope that one day, our wishes will all come true."

Rolf and Marcus stood up and raised their glasses: "By that day, there will be no flames of war, no smoke, no meaningless sacrifices."

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses.The cup was held by six fiery hands, and when they touched each other, there was a clear and crisp sound, which echoed for a long time.

"For the end of the war, for peace!"