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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