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( Baa Baa Black Wolf... )

Live is Life

When we all give the power,
We all give the best.
Every minute in the hour -
We don't think about the rest…

Chain of Command/ Important Characters
Sturmbannführer Adrian Dresdner
Scharführer Friedrich Köhler
Rottenführer Osterhagen
Rottenführer Eisenhauer
Sturmmann Kalb
Sturmmann Lehmann
Oberschütze Dietrich Becker
Mann Ebersbacher

Author's Note: C'mon. It's Friedrich. Y'all have seen his profile; he's not a cuddly puppy. So, yeah. Warning. Violence and bloody imagery. Also, I am not an expert on military or German terms, so there will probably be a few things wrong, but I am making it as accurate as I can, within reason. The title is from Laibach's Opus Dei. It is not as cuddly as the original song, Opus's Live is Life. Oh, Irony, I would be a lonely one without you. Also, comments demanded plz!

( Live is Life )

Glossary:
Scharführer: A rank about equivalent of a Sergeant.
Sturmbannführer: A rank about the equivalent of a Major.
Sturmmann: A rank about the equivalent of a Senior Private First Class.
Heimatschuß – “home shot,” literally a wound that is not permanently damaging, but gets one sent home.

Random Facts About Friedrich Because His Writer Loves to Ramble!

( It's Later Than You Realized... )

-Other points as they occur to me. Please ask questions, it gives me a chance to ramble and develop his character further (farther? Something!)!

A list of roleplay threads and logs.

• June, 1940:
  • Live is Life. Friedrich's place in the War of France, and the events that lead up to him being removed from active combat duty. Warning: Contains strong, pervasive violence perpetuated in a brutal, unapologetic manner. Please do not read if this bothers you.
  
  
• April:

[Written in very correct, deliberate script]
Dear Mother – Paris is still interesting; it is a vast improvement upon the trenches. The girls are pretty, and the sights are impressive. I have not done much but eat and sleep since my arrival – it took me several weeks to grow used to a bed again – and the Commander states that we are being rewarded for our work.

Give my love to father, I look forward to seeing you at some point in the coming year.
Your affectionate son,
Richi.

[Here, the letters change to an ungainly, ink-spattered scrawl.]

…I wrote that this morning, sent it as well. A perfect creation of domestic lies – but Mother would never understand this. She never understood war, never understood soldiers, so to ever tell her of what I am…

I don’t see it working well at all. Ja?

I do not even know why I bought this journal. It smells of whatever they used to prepare the binding, still, and it is making my hands reek. I do not know what I shall find to write about. Nothing that I find entertaining is fit to be documented. A gentleman is entitled to his secrets, so who I am and what I do will remain just that to you.

My shift is to begin in an hour. This is all I shall write for now.

-Friedrich Köhler

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