Fritz, true to his training, walked right up to the desk
sergeant. “You are holding here two ladies,” he shouted in
German, giving their full names to the sergeant.
“Yes, we are, so what is
it to you?” The sergeant who immediately recognized Fritz’s youth barked
in Hungarian, mixed with a few words of German.
Fritz took a few steps
back. He cocked the gun, held it in a strafing position and trained it
squarely on the sergeant. Assuming a fierce look foreign to his baby
face countenance, he calmly and deliberately started counting “Eins…Zwei…”
A bomb or a shell hit very close by. Instinctively, they
pressed against each other in a powerful embrace. They sat
for a long while, embracing harder not wanting to let go.
Their faces were touching. The impact of the explosion
impaired their hearing. They could not hear the other
series of explosions trailing away from their perch. From
the corner of their eyes they saw flashes. With each flash
they burrowed deeper into each other, like trying to
escape everything occurring around them. Their bodies were
in a state of fright and shock, their movements controlled
by instinct. Their passion ignited amid the hell raging
outside their window and a feeling of crazy abandon and
joy overcame them. For the longest time they made
passionate love, oblivious to everything...