A Wakening of TF Sachverständige and more (Open)

[Lind Schneider]

Noise was the sound of all the people sitting at desks, filing papers, calling officers, and just noise. Many people couldn’t stand the noise made here. That is why many of the workers left the building when they were done with something to go outside and enjoy a single smoke then head back inside. Lots of people would consider the job of a desk soldier to be boring and unhelpful. But they would be wrong, because all of those supply forms they send in go through these men to be processed and get the supplies back to the men. Though no one knows it, these men and women were very hard working people, who had the utmost respect for the soldiers they were helping. Though this was not the job of the man standing outside one of the doors at the end of the hall the deskmen were in.

In front of the door was a desk, at which a blonde woman sat. Wearing a Schutzstaffel uniform. The color frightened any who saw it, and they would have reason too. The soldiers in the SS were trained very well. Many who came in their way, would not live to see another day, or if they did survive, they would have nightmares over what had happened. Many Wehrmacht soldiers would look at the SS with a look of awe, a look of being scared, or even a look of hatred. The man standing outside of the door behind the desk was leaning on the wooden wall behind him. His eyes were closed, as though he was stuck in thought for the time being.

Of those people who walked by the door all they would see was a Wehrmacht major. A man of high rank, but one that stayed quiet. None of the soldiers even noticed he was there, thus the reason none of them were saluting, but that seemed okay for the man there. Draped over his shoulders, with his arms through it, was a long coat. One that stretched to the man’s knees; this of course making him look different and more belonging to the SS, because many would wonder, why was a Wehrmacht officer standing outside of an SS officer’s office. The name on the door was Friedrich Staufen, the name of a SS Colonel, whom had seen much combat in the early part of the war. By no means was he one of the soldiers that sat at the back.

During this time the door opened with a noise you hear when a door opens to get someone’s attention. Holding the door open was the Colonel himself, looking out to the man leaning on the wall. “Sturmbannführer Schneider. Ich werde dich jetzt sehen.” The man called out to the man leaning on the wall. Now it had been said that the man leaning there was indeed Sturmbannführer Lind Schneider; the man whom had led many Wehrmacht to victories where the SS had failed. The reason for this meeting was unknown to anyone but the participants.

When his name was called Lind pushed himself off the wall to go into the colonel’s office. Taking slow steps, he passed through the door, while the colonel looked out to the woman. “Sophie. Keine Menshcen ließ ankommen.” The colonel said as he turned his back and walked back into his office.

In the office was a desk, a cabinet of alcohol, and a filing cabinet. On the walls were a picture of Adolf Hitler, a map of the Eastern Front, a map of the Western Front, and a map of the North African Front. Lind had walked into the room and sat down in the chair without being asked. Many men would normally be scared if they had walked into this room and sat down without being asked. Lind just sat down, knowing he would be asked. He had down this many times. That causing him to know that the man would ask him to sit down once he got in. Of course when Friedrich entered the room he walked around his desk, sitting in his cushioned chair. The cushion squeaked when he sat down.

“Möchtest du etwa Schnapps?” The colonel asked as he pulled out two glasses from off a plate on his desk, and grabbed the Schnapps bottle that was in the center. “Nein, danke. Trinken stumpft dem Animus.” Lind said while smiling at the colonel. This was his way of making sure that he could think properly on all occasions. Alcohol was a drug that would change the way his mind worked. If that were to happen, he might not be able to gain the advantage he gets normally.

“Lind. Warum ist du hier?” The colonel asked after he poured himself a glass of Schnapps, and taking a sip, the sound of his lips slapping together repeated in Lind’s mind. “Ich bin hier aufgrund dich.” Lind replied to the colonel as he leaned forward to look at the colonel. “Wir sind hier für den Anlange aus einer Kompanie für dir.“ The colonel said openly. „Die Kompaniemitglieder wird dich auserwählen.“ He added again. This information was new to Lind. He still had no idea what this unit was for, or why it was for him. But, he liked the idea of picking all the members to his unit, the higher command would have no say in where to put recruits, unless of course this unit needed them.

“Herr Kommandant. Danke für der Auszeichnung.” Lind replied as he got up to leave. But his gut told he to turn around and face the colonel. “Sturmbannführer. Du antwortest nur zu mich.” The man stated only to open his mouth for another few words. “Auch, die Kompanie heißt Sonderkommando Sachverständige oder, Sonderkommando S. Und dein Deckname ist Reißzahnkonig.” The colonel finally stated. With that last bit of knowledge, Lind understood what the unit was for. The group would be fighting the Allies using any means necessary to win. This awesome power had been given to Lind to show the strength of soldiers. “Danke Herr Kommandant.” Lind said as he opened the door and smiled at the commander to show his appreciation. He said his codename again, and thought about it. Fang King, the title given to one who tears and slices his way through anything. A good codename for me in this unit, he thought.

Upon exiting the door, the noise of the building began to get back at him. The woman sitting at the desk was still working, though this time she was using a typewriter. The sound of which went even more so into Lind’s ears. He could process a room just by hearing it, and of course so could most experienced soldiers. But, no one had the same step as Lind as he walked through the room, his new burden on his shoulders, and it seemed as though the burden was not too heavy because he walked tall with this new honor within him.

The people at desks did not notice him as he continued walking through the hall back to the door. With pushing open the door, the early winter sky was already changing. The great coat that Lind had would protect him from much of this, as he continued walking to the next building over. The Wehrmacht command building, where he could get access to any of the files that suited his needs. The man continued walking along the street when he noticed that a group of soldiers were surrounding two men who were fighting over something.

Lind liked watching these events, because it showed him what a trained human can do to another trained human, also to show the weaknesses of the German soldier. No officers would come intervene in this, because they were most likely doing the same as Lind, just watching. Also, this was a good time to let it happen, because the stress of the camp had been building up and up, and with this fight, a small part of it would be release.

Sometime before the two fighters killed each other, Lind would probably step in to break up the fight, but until then, he would just wait.

Translations:

„Sturmbannführer Schneider. Ich werde dich jetzt sehen“- Major Schneider. I will see you now.
“Sophie. Keine Menshcen ließ ankommen.”- Sophie. Let no one come in.
“Möchtest du etwa Schnapps?”- Would you like some Schnapps?
“Nein, danke. Trinken stumpft dem Animus.”- No thank you. Drinking dulls the mind.
“Lind. Warum ist du hier?”-Lind. Why are you here.
“Ich bin hier aufgrund dich.”- I am here at your request.
“Wir sind hier für den Anlange aus einer Kompanie für dir.“- We are here for the creation of a company for you.
„Die Kompaniemitglieder wird dich auserwählen.“- You will pick the members of the unit.
“Herr Kommandant. Danke für der Auszeichnung.”- Commander. Thank you for the honor.
„Sturmbannführer. Du antwortest nur zu mich.”- Major. You only answer to me.
“Auch, die Kompanie heißt Sonderkommando Sachverständige oder, Sonderkommando S. Und dein Deckname ist Reißzahnkonig.”- Also, the company is called Task Force Sachverständige(Experts) oder Task Force S. And your codename is Fang King.
“Danke Herr Kommandant.”- Thank you commander.

[Wulf vom Fernenfeld]

Obersturmbannführer vom Fernenfeld didn't quite know what to expect as he entered the Wehrmacht office building in Berlin. As high as his rank was, he had only been fighting since Spain. The unfortunate deaths of many officers and the convenient success Wulf had had in the destruction of the enemy on land and in the air got him his rank at such a young age. Wulf would have congratulated himself if he hadn't known that so many others were in his same position. There was also the fact that Artillery offered more opportunities for promotion than other branches.

The young officer walked through the entrance hall, the model of a flurrying and busy place. Phone calls were coming in all over the room. Something in Russia had obviously flared up. Despite this bureaucratic madness, he walked further into the building and started down the hall, knowing exactly where he was to go. General Fletscher's office was well known to him, having visited the room often enough to be the centerpiece of many a Nazi party after his successes in Africa.

Germany needed heroes. More now than ever before, as the demoralizing bombing started in the West and bad news came through the underground about the East. Wulf was prepared to offer himself for that. He would help Germany remain strong in the face of total annihilation. So went his mental speech before he knocked on the General's door and was immediately invited in.

The general was an old man, much the opposite of Wulf, who had become the man's substitute son of sorts. Wulf sat in one of the chairs across from the desk and looked at the general before speaking. "Sieg Heil, Herr Brigadeführer. Wie geht's Ihnen?" He waited for the answer. The general looked back at him as he came to sit at his desk. Sie sprechen schnell, Herr Obersturmbannführer. Es sei vielleicht besser wenn Sie ein bisschen langer warten zu sprechen. Sie sprechen früher als was gut ist. Und, Sie müssen schnell lernen, dass höhere Offizieren Ihres Verhalten nicht gut abschätzen.

The man stopped. This was not at all what Wulf had expected. He thought it would simply be another friendly meeting, but instead had run into a chewing-out for insolence. There was no other way to go about this other to reconcile. He spoke in a less prideful tone than normal. “Jawohl, Herr Brigadeführer. Ich begreife, was Sie meinen und ich werde in der Zukunft mein Verhalten versuchen besser zu machen. Also, ich möchte mich entschuldigen, Herr Brigadeführer. Ich beschäme mich, dass Sie mit mir über solchen Dingen sprechen müssten.” The general smiled a bit as he got up fro his chair again. Wulf didn’t smile, but he knew he was off the hook this time as he stood up with the general. He knew he would have to tone himself down, act like real German who would be modest and heroic.

The general walked around the desk and came to Wulf’s side. He put his arm around Wulf and patted him on the shoulder. His speaking changed, they were back to the old relationship. “Weißt du warum, ich dich hier abgerufen habe? Es gibt eine Chance für ein junger, guter Offizier in der Artillerie, der sich beweisen wolle. Ich habe Information über einer neuen Division, einem Sonderkommando. Ich kann dich der Name des Leiters nicht geben, aber ich möchte sagen, dass ich dich auf der Kandidatenliste des Leiters geschrieben habe. Später, vielleicht, wurde er dich treffen wollen. Ich sage dies nur weil ich es wichtig find’, dass du dein Verhalten änderst. Du hast eine Chance, zehr sie nicht auf.” The meeting was over.

It was not long before Wulf was back in the hallway and headed down toward the main office. He was walking faster and straighter than before. He knew nothing about the Sonderkommando, but if the general was setting him up for it, it must have been something important. Finally, he came into the hall again, where the phones were rattling and the people were ringing. Nothing could be done to quell the ruckus. It was only a couple more meters before vom Fernenfeld was outside the building, only to find another kind of noise taking place on the street. Two men were fighting; they were wearing Wehrmacht uniforms, disgracing the Reich with their behavior. Before, Wulf might have stopped and watched, but he couldn’t afford to let that happen anymore. No, instead he would be harder on the men, knowing that they would respect him for it and the higher-ups would, too.

Ignoring the by-standers, he walked up to the men just as one of them swung, missed his opponent and landed squarely in the cheek of the Obersturmbannführer. The fight stopped immediately when the soldier saw the epaulettes of the man he had just struck. Fear filled the man’s eyes as the officer rubbed his cheek and nursed his bleeding chin. Looking up at the man, his lips formed a frown that would have sent Jesus himself down to hell and back. Then, the yelling began. “Schütze, was dachtest du zu machen?! Du stehst auf Straße und du kämpfst gegen deinen Kamerad. Die Amerikanen, die Französen, die Engländer, die Reußen. Sie stehen alle auf unseren Grenzen um uns Tot zu schießen! Und du, du stehst deine Kameraden zu kämpfen. Das kann nicht möglich sein! Ferner, kannst du nicht sehen, wenn anderen im Weg ihrer Faust stehen. In diesem Fall war es ich! In dem nächsten Fall kann es ein General sein. Darum werdet ihr beide so schnell wie möglich zur Kneipe gehen, ein Paar Biere kaufen und über eure Probleme sprechen. Also, geh! He pulled a couple mark out of his pocket and threw the coins at the soldiers as they went about following the orders.

There was little else to be done, but fear would drive those men to stop fighting just as it would later drive them to pull triggers of every kind. He had stopped a fight in public; he had stopped a disgrace to the Reich. Fighting in the camps was allowable at times, but public bouts of pride-fighting were simply not to be tolerated. He sighed, put his hand up to his chin and found the blood coming down and dripping off. He hoped he wouldn’t have to stop anymore fights. His cheek felt swollen as well, another effect of the soldier’s unluckily aimed punch. If they had been soldiers in his unit, punishment would have ensued, but tracking down the commanders of those soldiers would have been too much of a hassle. God knows they had gotten lucky this time.

Standing in the middle of the square outside the Wehrmacht offices, the officer was at a loss. Now he would have to go back to the inn to repair himself and then he would have prepare himself for an evening without event. That was even worse. No dinner party, no singing and dancing. What had the world come to when the hero of the artillery corps wasn’t being celebrated like a hero?

Translations:
"Sieg Heil, Herr Brigadeführer. Wie geht's Ihnen?"
-Hail, General. How is it going?

Sie sprechen schnell, Herr Obersturmbannführer. Es sei vielleicht besser wenn Sie ein bisschen langer warten zu sprechen. Sie sprechen früher als was gut ist. Und, Sie müssen schnell lernen, dass höhere Offizieren Ihres Verhalten nicht gut abschätzen.
-You speak quickly, Colonel. You would be better off waiting before speaking. You speak sooner than is good for you. And, you need to learn quickly that higher officers do not value your behaviour.

“Jawohl, Herr Brigadeführer. Ich begreife, was Sie meinen und ich werde in der Zukunft mein Verhalten versuchen besser zu machen. Also, ich möchte mich entschuldigen, Herr Brigadeführer. Ich beschäme mich, dass Sie mit mir über solchen Dingen sprechen müssten.”
-Yes, sir. I understand what you mean. I will try to do better in the future. I would like to apologize. It shames me that you would have to speak about such things.

“Weißt du warum, ich dich hier abgerufen habe? Es gibt eine Chance für ein junger, guter Offizier in der Artillerie, der sich beweisen wolle. Ich habe Information über einer neuen Division, einem Sonderkommando. Ich kann dich der Name des Leiters nicht geben, aber ich möchte sagen, dass ich dich auf der Kandidatenliste des Leiters geschrieben habe. Später, vielleicht, wurde er dich treffen wollen. Ich sage dies nur weil ich es wichtig find’, dass du dein Verhalten änderst. Du hast eine Chance, zehr sie nicht auf.”
-Do you know why I called you here? There is a chance for a young, heroic officer of the artillery corps who would like to prove himself. I have information about a new unit being formed, a commando group. I cannot tell you the name of the commander, but I would like to say that I’ve put your name on the candidates’list for the commander. Perhaps, later, he will want to meet you. I’m only saying this because I think it’s important that you change your behavior. You have a chance, don’t waste it.

“Schütze, was dachtest du zu machen?! Du stehst auf Straße und du kämpfst gegen deinen Kamerad. Die Amerikanen, die Französen, die Engländer, die Reußen. Sie stehen alle auf unseren Grenzen um uns Tot zu schießen! Und du, du stehst deine Kameraden zu kämpfen. Das kann nicht möglich sein! Ferner, kannst du nicht sehen, wenn anderen im Weg ihrer Faust stehen. In diesem Fall war es ich! In dem nächsten Fall kann es ein General sein. Darum werdet ihr beide so schnell wie möglich zur Kneipe gehen, ein Paar Biere kaufen und über eure Probleme sprechen. Also, geh!
-Private, what do you think you were doing?! You’re on the street, fighting against your comerade. The Americans, the French, the English, the Russians. They’re all standing at our borders, ready to shoot us dead! And you, you stand here fighting your comerades. That can’t be possible! Furthermore, you don’t watch who’s in the way of your fist. This time it was me! Next time it could be a general. So. You both will go as quickly as possible to the nearest bar, buy aa couple of beers, and you will speak about your problems. Now, go!