Captain Friedrich Von Schiller

"looks into the heart of no-man's land"

"I don't want to die Captain!"
I knew that wasn't possible.
Karl was bloodied bad.
"I want to go home.
I want to see my mother!"

"You're alright Karl.
You're going to be alright!
I'm getting you out of here."
He wasn't alright.
His guts were all over my uniform.
Pouring into my hands as
I tried to desperately stuff them back in.
"Medic!"

"How does it look Captain??
Am I alright?"
Karl was frantic.

"Yeh your alright.
Your going to make it."
I lied.
I lied so well I believed it.

"I'm alright,
I'm going to be alri..."
His breath left him.

"Your going to make it.
Medic!
Medic!
Damn it you're going to make it.
Where the fuck are you?"
I picked up my beloved frozen mud soldier.
I cradled him my arms.

"Gas!
Put your masks on.
We're being gassed!
Schiller!
Do you hear me?
Put your mask on damn it!
Captain Schiller put your mask on,
that's an order damn it!"
Vincent grab my mask and put it on for me.

I could have caredless.
How the fuck did I get here!
"How the fuck did I get here!"