Into the Motherland the Germany Army marched...

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Erwin had spent enough time exploring the ship to discover the media library. At first he had spent so much time simply reading books he'd missed or reading new books he'd never seen or heard of before. That had taken time. Then, slowly, his curiosity had turned to visual media. At first he had been amazed and overawed by the pictures produced sixty years in his future - sharp color, focus. Amazing special effects. It all seemed so real to him. His attention had shifted again. His curiosity got the better of him. He began watching old newsreels - German, Russian, American, British - about the war. He'd never worked up the nerve to discover if what Robert had told him about the Jews as true. In a way, he didn't want to know.

Still, he'd eventually reached the end of the war. So he sat, stonefaced, as he watched Germany crumble. When he could, he watched the raw footage. When he couldn't, he watched newsreels. It was depressing in away - to learn how the war would've ended. How the Allies swept over France and the Russians raped and looted their way through Germany. How depressing.

He was watching one of the later German newsreels about Berlin. He sighed softly. Maybe he would never see his homeland again. Maybe that would be for the best. German divided into a communist state and an rump republic? Better then national death, he supposed. He flicked over to another reel of footage. The Battle of Kursk. He hadn't been there, but he'd heard about it. What an utter waste. He leaned forward, watching the black and white footage intently, remembering everything he'd ever done and all that he'd gone through.

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[governorkang]

"But you fought in that war," Kang noted. "That's one thing that doesn't change, no matter where you go. There's always war." His gaze shifted to Erwin. "Were you taken after it ended, or..."

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

Erwin shrugged, "We were still in the middle of it... I wasn't at the front at the time, though."

He blinked and then offered his hand a bit awkwardly, "Where are my manners? Erwin Fischer."

[governorkang]

"I fought in one, several decades ago," Kang held up his right hand, showing off the bandages covering it, "Can't at the moment. Name's Kang. Well met, Erwin."

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

"Er, nice to meet you, sir. I hope your hand heals quickly."

He smiled a bit weakly, "I've never really met anyone like you, I'm afraid."

[governorkang]

Kang shrugged, "Just call me Kang. No sir necessary. And, I've gotten used to that; my kind are well-known to the humans of my world, but... none here."