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somewhere far away from here things were falling on the roofs, too. But they were made from iron, they were much heavier and they were dropped from planes. They weren’t as quiet and when they landed, they didn’t leave a white soft carpet… instead of it, they vanished in a loud bang and a fireball…
But now, we are in Nome. And we can see two dogs snuggled close to each other…
“I know it’s too early, Will… but… I have something to tell you.”
“Shhh…,” he silenced her with a kiss, “not now, Eily. Not now…”
Eily accepted the Doberman’s kiss and then she laid her head on his paws and licked his chest. Will nuzzled her and bit her ear softly. “Now… you can tell me…”
“Will… I love you.”
Wilhelm gasped and jumped on his foot. He looked at her like she had said something terrifying and he backed. Her face was full of silent amazement. “Will?”
“Eily… I… I must go home now! I- I-“ No, he couldn’t say ‘I love you too’ to her. Not because he didn’t love her, but he was afraid of losing her. She was the first who understood and helped him. Eily came to him slowly and bowed her head. “I… I understand.
I guess we should be just friends…”
Drip… drip… drip…
Wilhelm realized his tears were streaming down his cheeks and falling to the ground. He couldn’t remember his last cry… but this time he didn’t cry because of himself. He cried because of Eily. He was afraid. He could get a mate… but once you get something you can lose it. And he was afraid of this. He bowed his head too and let his nose met Eily’s. She looked into his eyes. “Will, are you cryin’?”
“Yes.”
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Mut was really annoyed. “Don’t tell me there aren’t any other dogs apart from us!” But under his pretended good mood and jokes was fear. He knew they are dug somewhere in the hills… and he knew the battle would be cruel. And once again, he felt that unpleasant feeling. He was responsible again. Responsible for Wolf and Renna. And maybe this was the reason he wasn’t interested in a family.
Napper acted like his dog. He didn’t trust them. They had said: Recon units. Yeah, right… a reconnaissance. This world contained various forms of the death, like being shot by a sniper, stepping on a mine, being torn by a mortar shell… Napper spitted to the ground and frowned. “This will be a slaughter… nothing more.” Then he noticed somebody behind.
“Ah, Kinley…”
“Sir?” Kinley was holding a cup filled with a steaming … well, whatever. “I wondered why we can’t just bomb these hills and-“
The sergeant put on an expression full of questions. Questions like: Are you sober? Aren’t you ill? And many others… “Kinley, tell me… do you think… do you really think there is a point in bombing forests and hoping that Krauts will be polite enough to jump from their trenches and foxholes and let our bombs to fall on their heads?”
“But sir…”
“Kinley. It’s pointless. They would dig themselves just deeper and better.”
Kinley sighed and started to watch the sky. “So bombing a forest is a bad idea, you say? And bombing cities is alright?” Napper laughed: “Anyway, it’s the order, so we won’t change anything…”
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Nevertheless, even Germans were preparing themselves. Ardennes was the last try for breaking Allied lines but it was just a plain act. Alas, there were ones who believed in it.
Reinhardt, experienced war dog, was looking at his troops. He had to admit it was better than he could hope in. He was quite handsome and well kept one… but his body carried few scars.
The permanent reminder of his last lost. Yes, he had been so gullible and weak back then, at least in his opinion. He remembered serving under commander Wilhelm and… that… traitor.
He hadn’t seen them since then. He had had to leave and then he had heard the whole unit had surrendered. So, Wilhelm and the traitor, they were dead… almost for sure.
Reinhardt smirked and he was about to dismiss his soldiers when he spotted someone who caught his attention immediately. It… or to be exact … she was a young German shepherd dog. Her muzzle was black like lower parts of her front paws and her back and her ears. And she was… Reinhardt couldn’t name his feeling when he saw her. He hadn’t experienced it before. So he called it: INTEREST. Anyway, she had to be new. “Dismiss!” Reinhardt shouted but he stepped in front of the female. “Soldier, what’s your name.” He didn’t even bother to add the question mark there. It was an order. Not a question.
“Ghost, sir!” she smirked. ‘Of course…’ Reinhardt thought, ‘our little rebel. She won’t care about the orders… well…but we shall see…’
The Doberman leaned his head. She was really pretty and she looked like she knew it very well. And she wasn’t scared or something. Her maw seemed to be unable to create another expression than a smirk. Rein bit his lips as she was watching him with eyes filled with everything apart from the interest and the admiration. She couldn’t be bought easily… and Reinhardt loved such girls. “Dismiss, private,” he ordered and as she was leaving, Rein licked his maw.
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Mut was really restless. He didn’t know his enemies… and that was it. How do you want to fight the one you don’t know? And moreover, there were two lives which were really important. Wolf and Renna.
The malamute jerked when he heard footsteps behind his back, but when he figured out it was just Wolf, he calmed down. “Well?” Mut knew this wasn’t the best beginning for a conversation, but to hell with nice manners.
“Sergeant, do you think it… it will be difficult?”
“I suppose… no, I think it will. And for you, it will be much harder. You are fighting your own men. You aren’t soldier for them. You are nothing but a traitor… and traitors-“
“Yeah, I know that!” Wolf interrupted him rudely. He was aware of this painful fact and he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. Mut just grinned: “Well, you know that and you asked me if it would be hard? Look, are you afraid of the death?”
The young shepherd sighed. “Yes. But not of mine.” And that was it. Mut had never been in love. The soldier who’s afraid of someone else’s death is a half of a soldier. Mut was afraid of it. And the worst was that they were mere dogs. The first line… holding back or a retreat is impossible. It’s hard to fight for your live… and it’s much harder to fight for two lives…
“Look, Wolf, I don’t know you well. But somewhere there can be the ones who remember you.”
“I know… but… still… I’ll kill everybody who will want to hurt Renna,” Wolf said firmly. Mut smirked. Then he laughed. And then the entire area was filled with his laughter.
“You… you want to say you will protect her even from bullets, bombs and stuff like this?”
Now, Wolf wanted to hurt Mut. And really seriously. But… he couldn’t. Mut had the point.
“You… you’ve never loved, Mut!” Wolf shouted. “You don’t kno-“
“SAY IT ONCE MORE…!” Mut’s jaw appeared unpleasantly close to Wolf’s. “AND IT WILL BE A REALLY BAD CHOICE FOR THE LAST WORDS!” Wolf couldn’t believe this. Good old Sergeant Mut turned into a raging beast…
“Uhm… okay?” Wolf whispered but he felt the situation was everything but not okay.
“NOW- Now, dismiss… take care of her!” Mut smirked and walked away slowly.
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And once again… somewhere far away from Europe…
Wilhelm was sleeping in the boiler room. He had cried a lot…like he had never cried before.
And now his chest was moving up and down, his breathing was calm and soft and… Eily was lying near him, keeping an eye on him. After a while, she stood up and looked at the door. No… she didn’t want to leave Wilhelm here, she was just making sure nobody was looking inside. Well… somebody WAS looking inside. It was Balto. He had noticed Eily had a crush on the Doberman, so he was … well, it wasn’t stalking. At least Balto was convinced so.
“Balto?” The husky raised her eyebrows. “I am just checkin’. I just owe him something. He’d saved my daughter, so…”
Eily smiled and nodded. “I understand. But what can happen here? It’s a calm, peaceful place.” Balto smiled back. “Indeed.”
A silhouette of a dog left the shade of a tree. Dog’s fangs flashed in the sunlight. The banished was returning. With just one goal… So much for calm and peaceful…
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If something was good for the morale, it wasn’t, for sure, the sight of soldiers returning from the front line. They were shaken or nervous wrecks (in a better case) or they hadn’t one or more parts of their
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