The Bunker

Dobelmann gave us each these packs, which we wore on our backs. Soon we were carrying seventy pounds each on our backs.

We trudged to the battalion at Tarnapool, which was extremely tiring. Especially since we were going uphill. Finally when we reached their, our group was split up in two, and we went to our bunkers. The veterans we met there were very rude and they complained about how they were sent a bunch of teenagers.

At least Jakob and Oskar were with me in my bunker, although Hals was not, who regarded me as the best person in his life. The veterans seemed to continuously mock us, and consider us with contempt.

We were served food, but soon felt nauseous when we discovered that we had been eating rat meat. The other veterans seemed to find this another place to mock us so they all laughed loudly.

Then, when we decided to take the beds, I sat on one. The veterans quickly regarded me in a way that wasn't very good and explained the whole story of the bed's last owner's death. He said that maybe we'll get "lucky" and die quickly.