Die Jungen des Großdeutschland

Going on leave

Farrell POV
I'm dreaming again. That dream, the dream of my family. Waking up for a dinner with my mom, playing call of duty with my brothers, studying history with my sister, going on a run with Aaron before he has to go to work and I need to go to school or work on a movie set. I miss that life, I'm neutral with my current life. Serving with my girlfriends and the best general of the Wehrmacht, besides perhaps Erwin Rommel, but there's nothing like being at home. I start waking up, a tear rolling my cheek as I sat up and stretched, my back making a popping sound as I stood up, I walked out to get some basic hygiene things done. Shower, shave, brush my teeth, things like that. When I return I see a disheveled Angela standing, not wearing pants tunic or undershirt, only her bra and panties. I just kinda blank out as she was trying to process, and she looked over to me.

Angela: "hon what year is it?"

Farrell: "1939?"

Angela: "oh yeah, that's right, thanks handsome"

Farrell: "no problem beautiful"

Angela: "why am I almost naked?"

Farrell: "couldn't tell ya honestly, though I'm not minding the view"

She laughed and put her hands on the back of her head, and struck a sexy pose, popping out her chest and making a seductive face.

Angela: "glad your eyes are on me and not our stupid lieutenant Blackfang, stupid cunt couldn't run a hot dog stand let alone a platoon"

Farrell: "I wouldn't talk shit about Lieutenant Blackfang if I were you, she was one of the better officers in Poland, when I say officers I mean lieutenants, you and Frieda are the best NCOs no contest"

Angela: "good choice of words obergefreiter, good choice of words"

She did a sexy little walk over to me and pulled me down by my collar, kissing me on my lips and letting go. My face was a light shade of pink as I chuckled, I was still sniffling a little bit about my dream but I wasn't going to say anything about it, don't want her to be bothered by my issues. She's probably got her own demons to worry about. I lay down in a empty bunk, just thinking about life, not really much going on upstairs other than that. My boot shook slightly as I thought. Frieda sat upright suddenly, her smile returning slightly, but still a little sadness was in her eyes. I just smiled, glad she was smiling again. She jumped up and started getting ready. Her tail was excitedly wagging as she gathered her walking out dress, including a sword. Lucky. I just started gathering my stuff, tying my service tie when Angela stopped me. She handed me my dress tunic and my bayonet with a Prussian sword knot

Angela: "cmon, You're coming with Frieda and I to meet our family"

Farrell: "wha?"

Angela: "you heard me, get dressed"

Farrell; "but"

Angela: "don't argue, just get ready"

I sighed and put on my dress uniform, putting on my walking out shoes and putting my bayonet on my belt, just shaking my head. Didn't really consult me but okay. I was dressed to the nines as we walked out to our local train station, Alice was there.

Farrell: "where ya going General?"

Alice: "Bremerhaven, going to see my son"

Farrell: "nice, Frieda and Angela are taking me to meet their parents"

Alice: "that's nice"

Farrell: "what's your son's name?"

Alice: "Walter, Walter Fahloh"