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The cold didn’t get rid of the stinking smell of death, which was like a

thousand forgotten garbage bags filled with food left on a hot summer’s day. He
was used to it by now. Even though his hearing was hampered, the screams were

the one that haunted him the most.

Jürgen Hahn no longer felt that he had control over his life. Maybe he was
becoming mad. There had been more outbreaks of insanity among the young

soldiers at the lazaretto, and occasionally he got caught with severe anxiety.

Afraid of losing his last bit of sense.
The day before, he had sent a telegram to his wife Marianne, explaining that he

was promoted to the general lieutenant, and that he had been hospitalized but
was in recovery and ready for service again. He wrote that he was proud and that

she should be so as well.

He wanted Peter back. Ströhen explained to him that he had to find another
adjudicator. He further told that Peter was in the process of solving some

strategically important tasks elsewhere.

Eventually it became too much for Jürgen Hahn, and he had insisted on returning
his adjudicator. After all, he had been appointed General Lieutenant.

Desperately he took a sip of the field bottle. Noticed how the whiskey warmed
the throat as it slid down. The alcohol worked well. To get through the day he

had to drink. Otherwise, he would be insane and scream like the young soldiers

on the lazaretto.

When Peter Eberhardt signed up for service, Hahn was quite aware that

he was in a sad state. Drunk, sentimental and dumbfounded.
"I'm going to die amongst these Russian dogs, and so are you."

The words came mumbling out. It was midday afternoon and he was drunk

already.
"Should I get on with my duties, Mr. General Lieutenant?"

"Did you hear what I'm saying? We are going to die here", he waved him closer,

blocking him the road, seeking eye contact.
"Have you been with Ströhen, while I've been away? Does he give you money,

that fucking pig? "