goddamned «Storch»? I didn’t resuscitate a spirit of Teutonic army for the outrage of one Luftwaffe’s lieutenant! – said small man with a black neat foursquare, which has glistened between proud-hearted nose and thin lips.
- My Fuehrer, I am sure that now he’s crossing Berlin’s airspace.
- During the combats on Western Front airplanes was a gimmick in our martial life. But now… - suddenly his face has changed gaze. – But now these magnificent angels of death decide the outcome of battles. If ever we could turn back time when I started my way to Olympia! If ever I could turn back time when our industry entered on a trail of war! Just now I defiantly understand that we had to invest more in Air force!
- My Fuehrer, - and the sentimental speech of old wolf was suddenly interrupted by a young boy, - this is plane of lieutenant Muller! - he pointed to aircraft that landed near of destroyed bunker.
In twilight of the night figure of lieutenant Muller has looked very scary, forasmuch as his brown jacket was flooded by a blood and his life vest had bullet holes. He has run up to men.
- My Fuehrer, – said Muller, - soviet’s, tommy’s and yankee’s planes control all airspace of this infernal town. I was able to break through their squadrons, but one «Mustang», however, has destroyed my engine, damaged fuselage and left wing. Apparently, he was armed to the teeth.
- Are you hurt? – asked old wolf without ardor.
- I don’t know exactly, My Fuehrer, but I am feeling quite good.
- It's a fighting shock. At first I have felt it during the battles on Western Front….
- My Fuehrer, - as well as his «predecessor» he interrupted speech of his chieftain. - I fear for your safety and for your escape. I think that we won’t get out of Berlin – allied Anti-aircraft warfare will blown to bits our «Storch»!
- We will do this! You will do this with me in order to preservation of the Reich! – said old wolf with his usual verbal «crescendo»
- But they will kill us you!
- It doesn't matter. I have survived in trenches… between corpses, rats and «myriads of dirt»… I have survived in rafale of heavy guns and infantry attacks… And now I am preparing for new challenge! I am going to survive again.
- Your order is understood. Please, take a seat on a cabin.
Lieutenant Muller was really emaciated. He was slightly wounded in the neck and left hip but some unprecedented power has imparted energies for the «last flight» in this war. So, he has followed old wolf. Suddenly, dux of defeated Aryan tribe has called boy to the cabin:
- Erich, my dear boy, you are exemplary soldier. Yours award will be wait for you under the statue of «Alter fritz». You will find answers to all questions of this war and my way…
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