father - home

I looked at my watch, 7:45.It was still early, and the sergeant in charge of the files must have not arrived yet, so I lit a cigarette and sipped my coffee slowly.

"Is there anything else you need, sir." The waiter in the restaurant asked respectfully.

"no thank you!"

"Well, take your time."

I nodded slightly, glanced at the cups and plates on the table, and smiled embarrassedly.I can't believe it, sausage, eggs, bread, butter, jam, cheese, yogurt, milk, coffee, etc., etc., etc., etc., I almost ate everything in the restaurant, and some even ordered two .In the past day and night, I only slept less than two hours.I didn't expect to have such a good appetite in such an extremely exhausted situation.First, I haven't eaten seriously for several days, and second, I'm in a good mood now.Although it can't be said to be elated, it is the first time since the Dachau concentration camp that I feel at ease.

At dawn, he didn't open his eyes in the morning light as I'd hoped, but he slept soundly and his vital signs indicated that he was improving.Before Ernst and Nowitzki came, I strictly followed the "Nursing Manual" and did everything that should be done in the morning.For this, I am a little complacent.

The three of us discussed the condition together and revised the doctor's order.We discussed whether to add fluid.For his current situation, nutritional support is very important, and it can reduce the generation of intestinal toxins, which is good for controlling infection.However, adding liquid now also has certain risks, such as aspiration of the lungs or contamination of the wound.On balance, I decided to take a cautious approach.

I knew that there would be no one in the archives so early, and I thought I would go there after nine o'clock, but the "professor" and that Martin kept their promises and were waiting outside the ward early in the morning.I really didn't want to see them, so I had to leave in a hurry, and it would be no problem to hand him over to Ernst and Nowitzki.

The archives are located on the first floor of the battalion administration, and upstairs are the offices of the battalion commander, Captain Alek Piolkovsky, and some departments.

I knocked and there was no answer, but I was sure someone was in the house, so I knocked a few more times.

"It's coming! Don't knock, it's coming!" Finally there was a voice, and the tone was very impatient.

I was a little unhappy, but I decided not to worry about it. I couldn't let this unhappiness affect my good mood. It wouldn't take much time now. With Nowitzki around, there would be no problem.

The door finally opened, and a scent of coffee rushed towards me.The door was opened by a sergeant with a chubby body and a chubby head. The sergeant obviously didn't like people visiting at this time, but when he saw me clearly, his red face immediately burst into a smile.

"It's you, sir, what can I do for you?"

"What? You know me? I don't remember being here."

"You have never been here, and you will not know us, but we all know you, sir. You know, there are not many officers like you in the battalion except for the commander. When you come, I think The whole battalion will know you."

I know that, including me and Ernst, there are only six lieutenants in the whole battalion, so I can be counted as one of the senior officers in the battalion, and it is normal for ordinary soldiers to know me.I wanted to smile, to give some feedback on the sergeant's hospitality, but I couldn't, so I had to give up and said coldly, "Really?"

"That is, I know you are Dr. von Meissenbach, you are here to do medical research, you are a scientist."

Listening to the sergeant's chatter, I stepped through the door, taking off my leather gloves and cap and holding them in my hand.

The room is not big, with a row of filing cabinets lined up against the west wall, from the window to the small door leading to the back room.There is a desk against the east wall, and two wooden chairs are placed across the desk. On the desk are pens, ink, etc., which should be used by sergeants.Between the desk and the window was another table with a small electric stove, unplugged, on which a coffee-pot was steaming, with enameled cups and a sugar bowl beside it.

That's how it was, no wonder the sergeant didn't want anyone to visit at this time, it turned out that he was using an electric stove to make coffee.It is a serious violation of the regulations to use an electric stove in the archives.It seems that the work in the archives room is very leisurely, and few people come to disturb it.

The sergeant saw that I didn't intend to stay for a long time, so he asked directly: "Sir, are you here to know about the situation of a prisoner?"

"Ah, yes, I want to see the registration form of prisoner number 79475."

"79475, you mean the Chinese. Do you just want to look at the registration form, or do you want to know more about him?"

"Learn more about the situation?"

"That's right, sir, the file for prisoner 79475 arrived two weeks ago."

"Really? That's great, let's take a look at the file."

"Then please come in, sir, take off your coat, it's hot in the room." The sergeant waited for me to take off my coat, hang it on the hook with my hat, and let me into the inner room.

The back room is much bigger. Once you enter the door, there is a desk and a chair. The desk is empty, except for some dust, there is nothing else.Behind the desk are rows of filing cabinets.

The sergeant asked me while wiping the table and chairs, "Sir, would you like a cup of coffee, I just made it."

I wanted to refuse, but if I refused, the sergeant would be worried that I would denounce him, so I agreed.

Sure enough, the sergeant's expression relaxed a lot, and he asked me if I want to put sugar, I shook my head and thanked.After the coffee was poured, the sergeant went in to get the files.

I stood at my desk, lit a cigarette, and put the cigarette case and lighter on the table.I didn't expect his file to come, I don't know what I will see?I can't help feeling a little excited.

After a while, the sergeant came out holding the file. "I didn't keep you waiting, sir."

"No, you found it quite quickly. It can be seen that you are very familiar with the business."

"You are honored, sir. I am dissatisfied with you and say that few people read the files of these prisoners. But you are the second to read the file of this Chinese, so I am more familiar with it, and I found it immediately." The sergeant handed over the file Put it on the table.

"You said I was the second to read it, so the first one is..."

"Ensign Will Schenk, or who else would it be? Seriously, sir, I'm not surprised that Ensign Schenk wanted to see it, but you? Didn't expect you to know him? Ah, yes, I heard he was in the hospital Li, isn't he dead? Of course you know him."

There is something in the sergeant's words: Of course it is so, it is so, how could you not know?No, you know him now, isn't that the same thing?

I narrowed my eyes and peered at the sergeant through the smoke.His red face grew uglier in the smoke, and it disgusted me.

"Okay, it's nothing for you here, you go out." I suddenly ordered sharply.

The sergeant was startled, and then realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly resigned.

"Close the door when you go out, I don't want to be disturbed."

The sergeant closed the door carefully without making a sound.