German supremacy

The smell of cigarettes and vegetables mixed in the air, which is simply the most beautiful aroma for soldiers.

Vogel took a deep breath, yawned, and rubbed his eyes while sitting on a clean wooden box.He stood up and stretched.

I should probably go and see Simon.He thought, lit the cigarette in his hand and took a puff.Depression and depression came out of his heart, waving at him with strong malice.He sighed.

Vogel hated hospitals.

Those patients in the hospital who are suffering or have ugly limbs and sad eyes are like a nightmare, which makes Vogel feel frightened from the bottom of his heart.This fear is instinctive and rooted deep in his soul.The pain of the soldiers in the hospital, the explanations and advices from the doctors, the reassurance or accusations from the nurses, all the whispers can be amplified in his ears, oppressing the end of his expression, making him depressed and having difficulty breathing.This place contained so much pain and resentment, ugliness and unbearableness, these things wrapped his nasal cavity like dense threads, making him feel that his brain was short of oxygen and his heartbeat was slow.

The ash fell from his fingers tremblingly, Vogel straightened up, crushed the cigarette butt against the wall, and strode towards the hospital.

He tried his best to suppress the scream in his heart, and stopped a hurried nurse, "Do you know which ward Simon Anneker is in?" ' he asked hastily.

The nurse glanced at him impatiently, and picked up the registration form in her hand, "Simon Anneke...Anneke..." she muttered, and then she suddenly became gentle and friendly, "Are you Anneck?" Sergeant Necker's friend?He is at 207. '

If Vogel hadn't known about Simon's situation, he would almost have thought that Simon had gotten a nurse in the hospital. 'thank you. ' He thanked vaguely and hurried to Simon's room.Go faster, he thought, go faster, get out of this damn place earlier.

He narrowly missed 207.

He hesitated to open the door. 207 is not an elegant and warm room, it is full of stale air and unpleasant smell.Lying on a bed in the corner, Vogel's friend Simon looked frail and old.Vogel felt a pang of sadness.He walked slowly over to Simon's bed, 'Are you feeling all right, Simon? ' he asked cautiously.

Simon raised his eyelids with difficulty and glanced at him, "Great," he said, looking a little happy, his voice hoarse and slow, his eyes a little dull, "but his face hurts a bit. ' He paused, then added, 'And the body.It's very kind of you to come to see me, Vogel, and no other idiot will come to see me. ’ He talked about the previous incident a little bit, ‘A nurse even fainted from my fright. fainted! ’ After he finished speaking, he laughed, and cried out loudly because the wounds on his face and body were involved, “This is simply too painful. ' he said breathlessly, 'this is really strange. '

'I'll have the orderly give you a shot of morphine. '

Simon shook his head, "They have long run out of morphine that can be used outside of surgery," he said weakly and laboriously, "You know, the French are really smoking marijuana these days..."

Vogel looked at his face and body disfigured by shells—his skin was sallow, his facial features were distorted and terrifying, and his body was wrapped in bandages and fixed with thin wire loops.He remembered Simon's smug face when he went to the headquarters to sign up with him.He doesn't recognize him at all now.

He couldn't help feeling sad.

'It's all right, Simon,' he said in his softest voice, 'everything will be all right, and the doctor will be releasing you shortly. ' he said in the lightest voice he could, 'and then we can still play cards together, thinking of Emma...'

He suppressed the choke in his voice.

He saw a little nostalgia and longing in Simon's eyes. 'That's right,' he said softly, 'and Emma, ​​I haven't written to her for a week...you will write for me. Hers, Vogel? ' he begged a little, 'just say I'm fine, it's really nothing to worry about...'

'certainly. Vogel nodded, his eyes flushed, "Of course, Simon, I will tell her so. '

As he left, he let out a groan of pain in his heart.

Damn hospital, he thought, closing his eyes hard.