The Star
I want to smoke.
S.S. units.
Doesn’t look like defense to me.
There at the path there is a cart with food
and only two Germans guarding it.
Let me do away with them.
I will do it without a shot.
We should eat something.
We haven’t had
anything to eat for a whole day.
Let them pass.
Comrade lieutenant, please.
We can’t.
Needs be buried.
I will go and see what it is all about.
Don’t.
It is dawning.
Does it hurt?
My leg came numb.
It is nothing. It will go away.
We must get this German
He is wounded, coming from hospital.
They won’t start looking for him.
Should I also go.
You stay and guard the radio.
But why, comrade lieutenant?
It is not to be debated.
Heavy.
What division are you from?
Infantry division 131, sapper company.
Did you see S.S. units?
He says there are many of them.
They are everywhere.
Which units?
Tank division “Viking”,
and elite units of Himler.
Others?
He doesn’t know.
He says he is a worker, not a nazi.
He says he is from Leipzig,
he is not an S.S.
He is asking not to kill him.