Isaak Schwarzwald
Newly Enlisted
Oberstleutnant-(German)
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Post by Isaak Schwarzwald on Apr 24, 2009 16:12:16 GMT -5
Oberleutnant Isaak Schwarzwald opened the big door to his quarters, the hinges creaking. They need a good oiling... Isaak thought as he shed off his equipment belt, the buckle shining with the words "Gott Mit Uns". Isaak walked over to the sink, washing the grime and dirt from his pale, calloused hands and drying them on a towel marked with the Reich War Eagle. He undid the chinstrap on his helmet, pulling the metal protective shell from his cranium, reavaling his parted dark blond hair. He reached in the only cabnit in his room, a small compartment made of oak mounted above his sink. The officer pulled out a large glass bottle of whisky, pulling off the cork stopper as he pulled out a tiny shotglass. He filled half of the glass with soda, the other with the strong whisky. He enjoyed the harsh aroma of alcohol before swigging the drink down, stinging his throat but tasting oh-so-good. He had a total of three shots before reclining on his plush velvet couch, his back sore from a days worth of hard drilling. He flicked on the radio and tuned to a comedy channel that had good reception. Hitler's speach will be on in a few minutes... Isaak thought to himself, hoping no one would knock at his door and ask for something. He was in no mood for conversation.
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