“Heil!”
“Hooray for Hans!”
The crowd soon broke apart, and alcohol was spread to Wolven and SS-man alike. More forest bonfires ignited and unfamiliar wolven songs rose up to the skies; songs of great deeds of men from times long past. Hans couldn’t quite understand the words, but then again, he didn’t need to.
Epilogue
“Hallo? Come in… Can anyone hear me?”
“I’m in some place. I’m out of fuel and I’m going to land immediately…”
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