The men arrive in Beuville, France. A tiny village in Normandy, and although there are rumors of impending invasion, the war seems a million miles away, truly in comparison to the suffering during their time in Russia, garrison duty in France seems like heaven. |
Men, welcome to our new duty station, here we shall have three hot meals a day, warm beds to sleep in, and villagers who wish only to be left to their business, now before you all decide to throw a party in celebration, remember this, we shall also have air raids, the resistance, possible commando raids, spies, and if you care to listen to the rumors, invasion at any moment! We may be warm and fed, but we can still die here! I implore you, do not let your guard down |
Remember we are German soldiers! I expect you to act as such at all times. I now direct your attention to Oberfeldwebel Von Bruck. |
The Oberfeldwebel has been stationed here for some time now, and has kindly offered to assist any of you who may have need of him; he is very familiar with the area, the local villagers, and their customs. |
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