German supremacy

Vogel has found Haas a bit odd lately, not that he's been acting cryptically or inconsistently -- in fact, he looks the same as usual -- but Vogel always finds the way he's looking at himself odd. .It was an unspeakable weirdness.

This made Vogel very uncomfortable.

He quickly attributed it to Schmidt's death, after all, the two of them had the best relationship.The departure of a good friend always makes people fall into a depressed mood, he thought, he will get better, after all, we all know that this kind of death is irreparable for us.

Hindenburg's battle lines claimed most of his time, and Haas's weirdness was quickly overshadowed by the cold here.

Hindenburg in November was surprisingly cold, and Vogel suspected that it might snow at any time.He had chilblains on his hands and feet, and he once tried to put cigarette butts on his frozen feet, but that didn't do anything special other than burn a hole in his misplaced sock . "You need to spend more effort on the digging front," the new platoon leader patted him on the shoulder, "exercise will warm you up." '

'Aha! Haas snapped his fingers aside, "Creature, sir!"What is a cell? '【1】He pretended to ask loudly, bent down and laughed.

Vogel couldn't help smiling, but the stiff muscles on his face made him look like he was twitching, and he had to press his face hard to make it look normal,'"Hannibal Baca" 【2】Who is it? '

'Hi!This question is not fair! Haas yelled angrily, "Not everyone is good at Greek, Vogel!" What do the 95 theses refer to? '【3】

'What are Elchendorf's major works? ' Vogel retorted. 【4】

The platoon leader who had been silent all this time suddenly said, 'What are the characteristics of polyphonic music? '【5】

'You are a musician! Haas shouted excitedly, his face flashed with excitement, "How did the volcano form?" '

With a triumphant smile on Vogel's face, 'What is symbolism? ' he asked slowly. 【6】

The platoon leader gave him a meaningful look, 'What is Schaeffler famous for? '【7】

They laughed together.

How much useless garbage we remember!Vogel lamented in his heart that no one would tell him the importance of buttons in school, and no one realized that Kant and Schopenhauer were not as good as a shovel, and that a sonnet was far less than a folk tune.No one told him this, and he didn't have to know it.He suddenly remembered Professor Bauer who used to teach Latin at school, and he was surprised to find that he could not remember the face that he hated so much.Will he know I'm on the front line?He couldn't help thinking, would he know how the Hindenburg winter was described in Latin?Even, is he still living in this world now?Did he also go to the front?Does he still remember what salve [8] means?

They fell into a long silence again.

The platoon leader patted Vogel and Haas on the shoulder again, 'Thank you,' he said sincerely, 'this is really a rare and pleasant conversation. '

Vogel smiled with difficulty, 'Yes, sir. '

After he left, Haas stood up abruptly. 'I want to talk to you, Vogel. ' he said with rare seriousness.

Vogel moved his numb toes a little uneasily, startled by Haas's sudden solemnity.His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, his fingers unconsciously rubbed his clothes, dazed and nervous, he had a faint premonition that some unpleasant things were about to happen, 'Of course. ' said Vogel uneasily, his throat dry. 'Is something wrong? ' He tried to stay calm.

Haas paced back and forth a little restlessly, took out a cigarette, and sat down opposite Vogel, "You and Neumann..."

Vogel immediately realized what he was talking about.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Haas wriggled his mouth, as if he felt very difficult to say, "I see, I see you two are..." He stretched out his hand and gestured vaguely.After the comparison, he stood up very anxiously, rubbed his hair repeatedly, "At..." He gestured again, looking very irritated by this.

Vogel opened his mouth, but no sound came out. '...does anyone else see it? ' he asked with a calmness that surprised him.

Haas shook his head, he looked in disbelief, 'You like... you and him...'

'Yes. ' Vogel cut Haas quickly before he could say any word that frightened him, 'That's it. '

Haas fell silent.

Vogel stared at a small, irregular hole in the ground, trying to cover it up with light or ordinary topics, but all his blood seemed to drain from his brain.He couldn't think, his heart was beating like thunder.

He saw Haas' boots slowly move away from him.

Vogel closed his eyes, and let out a sigh in his heart.

Why is this?For the first time, he had an aversion to himself, why should I like men?