End of August 1944
End of August 1944Johann sighed as he looked out the window of the holding room he’d been kept in since his capture several weeks earlier. The smoke rose across the skyline of the city. Day and night, flames licked at the sky and the smell of smoke was overwhelmed only by the putrid stench of rotting corpses.
The Verbrennungskommandos, the civilians forced to collect and burn the dead, couldn’t work fast enough to prevent the decay of human flesh in the blazing August sun. He wrinkled his nose, desperate to receive news about the fighting.
VerbrennungskommandosTheir guards never mentioned a word about the situation outside, except for the carefully measured delivery of Polish victories. Johann had snapped up a few words of the language during his time in the country,
