He stood over the lifeless corpse. As he went back and replayed the events in his head. He was on patrol, behind the hedges just over there. And this man, a German of the Third Reich, was walking back from what ever it was he was doing. The American of the 101 Airborne, took out his 1911 colt and aimed at his chest. But the realizing he didn’t have a silencer decided to end his life in a more gruesome and quieter way. He crawled to the edge of the hedge grove and pulled out his 7 and 1/2 inch blade. And jumped up and ran towards the German, and pledged the knife in to his back. But not killing him. The German feel to one knee. The American took his now blood stained hands and wrapped them around the German’s throat. And squeezed. The German reached around and stabbed the American in the arm. Pulling back in pain the American broke his grip on the German. The American then took a step back as the German pulled out his luger, and pulled the trigger. Blood streamed down from the American’s head. As he fell to the ground. The German holstering his weapon he pulled the knife out of his back. And stared at the thin piece of metal that almost ended his life. Then through it to the ground. He inched his way back to his camp, each step more painful the last. He disappeared in to the dark of the forest.

Not what you expecting were you…..