Dawn Redemption

"Long live, Hitler." Finn saluted Noah who walked down the steps.Noah also saluted in response.

"Good morning, sir." Finn stood up straight and looked straight ahead.The hair is still neatly combed with a small amount of pomade, and the traces of the comb teeth are like a golden wheat field that has just been plowed.It was midsummer, and the sun shone on his short golden hair.The whole person looks very energetic.

——If you ignore the two dark circles under your eyes.

It was like a carnival in the dormitory last night. I wonder if the content of the postcards was too restrictive, and it ended after two or three times.Finn was not able to fall asleep until they were all quiet.

"How did you rest last night, Lieutenant Finn?" Noah asked.

"Very good. Thank you for your concern, sir." He said such a formulaic sentence without thinking.

"That's good." Noah raised his head and looked at the sky, and the bruises floating around his eye sockets were more obvious under the sun.

The two of them were just like that, hiding the same truth from each other with childish lies.

"When the weather gets hotter, 'over there' will be more restless."

"I must strengthen supervision, sir." Fein quickly understood, and bowed his head obediently.Noah patted him on the back approvingly. It was not the kind of politeness that an officer would show his subordinates, but more like the kind of intimacy an elder would have for a junior, or between friends.

Noah was walking around in the courtyard, and Finn followed behind him, keeping a certain distance but never falling behind.

While recalling the documents about Birkenau that Noah had read yesterday, Noah took out a pack of out-of-production gold-leaf-wrapped Austrian Bluebird cigarettes from his coat pocket, put them in his mouth, and took out another Asian cigarette. Nuss' nickel-plated brass lighter expertly lit the cigarette and took a deep puff, and the smoke curled up.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Finn still coughed at the moment when the smoke hit his face with the wind, and then held his breath feeling a little out of control.

Noah turned around and held the cigarette between his fingers: "Second Lieutenant Fein, don't you smoke?"

Finn shook his head: "Never, sir." When he was young, someone smoked hand-rolled cigarettes in his family, and he felt like throwing up every time he smelled that smell, and his strict family education never allowed him to touch that kind of thing.After enlisting in the army, there are several cigarettes distributed with the food in the supplementary supplies distributed every month, but every time he let the smokers in the same dormitory take his share, even though they smoked cigarettes every time. When Yan chatted, Fein felt that his lungs were buried several meters deep in the soil.

When Noah stared at him, he kept his head down, lest the disrespectful behavior just now would cause the officer's disgust.However, it didn't take long for Noah to turn around without saying a word.Finn had no choice but to follow quickly.

There were some flowers growing in the courtyard that neither of them could name, but they gave off an intoxicating fragrance in the summer sun.Several servants in striped prison uniforms were mowing the lawn, and when they saw Noah, they just lowered their heads and said hello respectfully.

They didn't speak another word as they walked around the courtyard to the camp.Noah smoked about three or four cigarettes one after another, and Finn accidentally discovered that when he later exhaled the smoke ring, he always pointed in the direction against the wind.

Faint smoke rings faded away in the clear blue sky with the breeze.

The flowers and trees in the courtyard have a fragrance that I have never noticed before.