Screaming Eagles

^THIRTY-FOUR BEHR

Behr’s world had finally found some semblance of sanity. His mind roared with anger and he raged to be let loose, but the SS officer had gathered the force as they’d moved through the woods. Now, with an army of men to rival anything he’d seen in the war, they would launch the attack.

His teeth hurt, because he wished them to be tearing into flesh.

The city lay ahead, and there were fresh bodies to add to the horde.

His senses were dulled to the point of feeling like his body was frozen. It reacted to his commands, but he was slower than he’d ever been in his life.

He carried his machine gun, but his fingers were so cold so that he was no longer able to fire.

Behr now gripped a knife, and intended to use it against the warm bodies.

So many bodies.

Finally, the SS officer pointed at the city and nodded.

Together with the men he’d gathered over the last day, he advanced on the city.