Private Ollie Chapter 2

Private Ollie surveyed his surroundings, nobody else was in the hallway and the torture cell screams didn’t show any sounds of stopping so he turned toward the stairs with the stolen pistol in hand and ran. The place didn’t stay deserted for long, at the top of the stairs a Nazi guard was stationed facing the entrance. Obviously an escape hadn’t happened that often. With a solid whack to the head with the butt of the gun he was out cold, possibly dead from the dent it made in the skull. He was on the ground floor now in the back of the store. Through a crack in the wall he could see the front was bogged with soldiers. Three on each side of the room, checking his gun Ollie saw he had five bullets left in the pistol. They’ll repatriate me straight to the torture cell if I don’t get out and quick…the man closest to me must go down first. Quickly and decisively Private Ollie stepped out clubbed the Nazi in the hand and with months only of skill with a hand gun the others were out but one almost shot him in the side the bullet hitting the wall right next to him. Full of reverent for the glass on the shop and how thick it was thankfully no one else heard the shots. Looking down at the uniforms of the Nazi’s he saw one was a General. Imperiously he said “Sad, sad, sad what has the world come to when a private can take down an officer?” swapping his clothes with one of the lower ranking soldiers he took a minute to take in his surroundings and see if anything was of use. Already taking all of the pistols lying around and extra ammo he saw that the store was a boat making shop with pieces of a gunwale lying around and other boat hardware. How long was I out when they captured me? Last he remembered the drop was somewhere in France. Thinking how he was only out a few hours it seemed he might be on the south western shore bordering the Atlantic Ocean.
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Private Ollie Chapter 1

It was futile to try to stop the torture. The German Nazi’s didn’t relent when they got the information that was wanted, they didn’t stop even if the POW had no inkling of what they wanted. They stopped when his skin was on the verge of translucence and his heart beat no more. The smell of death permeated the air of the chamber where Private Ollie sat awaiting his turn. It was almost tangible, the smell. As he looked around Ollie thought this could have been a nice room. He was sitting in a chamber underground in a makeshift fort under a store somewhere in the middle of Germany where he was routed out by the Nazi’s and captured. His dad he remembered was the patriarch of the family, and acted like it too. Strong and sturdy was how he remembered him; always there too help mold the young man Ollie was becoming. The metamorphosis happened to quick for anyone in the family to like “You are becoming a man now Ollie,” his dad had said, “There is no denying the great call of the army. Your country needs you. I’m too old but I’ll always be there you remember…” the old memory was becoming distant as the faint rattle of keys and slap of boots on the floor came closer and closer until a tall young blonde man opened it up and with a heaping ton of derision said, “Time to ‘Tell us everything’ as if you know anything we don’t.” Sitting up Ollie stepped behind the young man and looked around at the most likely last half decent room he’d ever see and wondered if the entrepreneur who built this thought his building would end up so violated with blood. Tripping with a last attempt to defer the torture Ollie fell on his face right at the boots of the escort. A swift kick in the head was all he got for his futile attempt. The man looked down and said “No cronies to help you here, this is the last dirt.” Cringing at that comment Ollie slowly looked up and did what he was trained to do, look around and try to concoct something out of nothing…to win. Trying to pacify the guard would looks like my only way out, a surprise attack would be the only way... His train of thought was interrupted as the torture cell got closer and the tirade of German mixed with English words assaulted him by the “interrogator”. He looked around the hall becoming more desperate by the moment, his blood rising, hope draining…STAIRS! There was a distant stair case so close…so close… The festering anger finally burst out and he lashed out at the Aryan and punched him solidly in the temples with a right hook, he was out before he hit the ground with a THUD.

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