[Another extract from my upcoming fiction novel about the Bundeswehr in Afghanistan]
As
the platoon stared on, he found himself covered in what appeared to be
sticky fragments of intestines, skin and hair. Julius didn't bother to
concern himself any further with the sordid discovery, but he never
hesitated to tell everyone about the Russian method for "puddifying
human pests". He had long remained firm in his conviction the Germans
perfected the art of genocide and ethnocide, but now the base of his
conviction was trembling and crumbling. That didn't disturb him,
obviously. "Chow, 'Jungs'! I could go for some pudding..."
E.D.
26-01-2014 om 19:20
geschreven door E.D. 
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