Die Jungen des Großdeutschland

Inspection day

Alice POV
FUCK ITS THE DAY! THE INSPECTION! I got on the loud speakers and announce loudly

Alice: "This is Generalmajor Fahloh, all personnel that are not on duty are to be dressed in dress uniforms and lined up in order of rank and squad in front of the barracks in fifteen minutes, any and all awards are to be pinned and or sewed on if needed"

I run to my locker and grab my dress uniform, brushing it off and going to my courtesy screen and change. I just finish putting my boots on, and going to my desk where my sword and hat lay. I put my hat on, attach my sword to my belt, and start walking out to the soldiers in line, rifles held, officers and senior NCOs holding sabers. I walk through the ranks of the platoon, I start at first squad, Angela's squad. Hers is in impeccable condition, perfectly shined boots, perfectly sewed ribbons and insignia, helmets clean as could be, perfect by military standards. Then Frieda's squad. Hers is in very good shape, but not as good as Angela's but still good. Gefreiter Bilker has a out of place chunk taken from his rifle but that's to be expected from a combat rifle. I look over and notice one of my favorite soldiers in line, Farrell. I stalk over and start inspecting his uniform, his ribbon bar is tilted, so I pull it off and fix it for him, then pat him on the shoulder

Alice: "keep classy oberschutze"

I winked at him and continued making sure everything was in order.

Farrell POV

I blush after she patted my shoulder, and give her a nod. We stand in line and wait for the high command to come and make their inspection. My legs were weak, I was going to be face to face with Nazi German generals! I didn't know how I was going to respond, but think it through best I can and reason to not speak unless spoken too. I just sigh and look straight ahead, not hearing or seeing anything outside of that. Soon, I hear two people talking, and a host of old crotchety sounding guys and we all looked over, getting to attention, saluting, and getting our rifles up and ready to be inspected. I get more nervous the closer the high command gets to me, and soon they do. Keitel is literally two strides away from me, Alice was looking at me with a "don't say a fucking thing" look. He stopped right in front of me, turning to look at me and approaching me.

Keitel: "why don't we use him for Propaganda? The public would love him"

Alice: "because I'd asked for him to be placed in my division specifically sir, I'd rather keep a soldier of his quality in a squad that needs it"

Keitel: "well, I can respect it"

He looked my uniform up and down, then inspected my eyes

Keitel: "I quite dislike anthro soldiers, but I am quite fond of this one for some reason"

There was a deafening silence that followed after that statement, this was from me, Alice, Frieda, and Angela. I glare forward, not acknowledging what he said. He soon asked me

Keitel: "do you have a girl back home?"

Farrell: "I do have a girlfriend Generalfeldmarschall, but she's three down the line from me sir"

Keitel: "huh?"

He looked to the secretly seething Frieda, and then awkwardly walked away, inspecting other soldiers. After the inspection was finished the high command left, going back to their command bunker in Berlin. I immediately go to Frieda and hug her. She hugged back and was seething.

Frieda: "..."

Farrell: "c'mon"

I pick her up and cradle her in my arms as I carry her back to our bunk room, Angela following behind us closely. We walk in and I place her down. She hauls off and absolutely destroys a old frame in the corner of the room. Angela just put a face in and screamed into her pillow, rage and fury. I just sit down on my bunk as they relieve some of their anger. Frieda walked over and forced herself into my lap.