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No bad Nazi Joksnow  on Eduard Alfon ( Deutch Version of Their Names of course ). As they're good little upstanding Soldaten's in the Deutch Bundeswehr ( Modern German Army ) in Afghanistan and at home in the Fatherland.

Sch**sser screamed the butt ugly skinhead who just got summarily kicked across the long but, narrow Beer Hall.

How could you? He snarled violently to the handsome and muscular young Bundewehr Ober Leutnant.

Al as he had started going by since his Amerikaner Buddies started calling him such quickly answered back. How could I, you say?.....Well. you come into Mein Turkisch Freund's Beer Hall and start trouble tht's how!

The scumbag Neo-Fascist answered back angrily amazed, How could you be a trader to your very own volk? You're what we need in Germany, fair-skinned, light hair, and white saxon and an active Officer in the Heer. But, you dare betray your Deutchen countrymen for these impure Turkisch Dogs?!

Al, Yeah I'm about as pureblooded Teutonic as you are....There is no such thing anymore as pure anything and hasn't been for around 5,000 years. Too bad no one told that vermisser Hitler such. Of course us German's do bare responcebiliy for believing his lies in the first place, now don't we, you piece of sch**ss?

Just as Al said that the scumbucket jumped onto his feet and brandished an Old East German Kalasnakoff Bayonett with intent to stick Alfon.

Alfon grabbed the knife, taking it away then throwing the vermisser to the floor with great force to the point of injuring the Neo-Fascist. He pulled the jerk's head up tight until his neck was fully exposed and put the knifes sharpest edge up against the idiot's neck.

Now then, I could easily kill you right here and now. And I'd probably get away with it as, the courts would view me as an Afghanistan War Hero and my defending a Turkisch Beer Hall Owner against Nazi Scum. But, I hate killing......Even scum like yourself!!

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A piece of rope was tossed in front of Al by said Turkisch Beer Hall Owner. Al immediatelely tossed the knife to the side, then slamming the sweins head to the hard oak floor like a an Amerikaner Polizen in one of those CSI Shows, then pulling the so n' so's hands behind him and tying them extrordanarily tightly behind his back. The scumbucket groaned in agonizing pain of both a physical and phycological nature!!.

Al ordered him to to his feet screaming in his ear. His Turkisch Komraden got on the other side of the swein, both grabbed his arms at the same time and quickly walked him out the front door of the Beer Hall to await the arrival of die Polizen. AL sreamed, MACH SCHNELL!! in the ear of the vermisser ordering him to keep up with their quick pace up the steps from basement where the beer hall was located to the Stroesser level.

THe swein cowared at the intencity of anger in the young Bundeswehr Officer's Voice. Al took no pleasure in killing or hurting even if such had unfortunately become his job. But, this one deserved to be publicly beaten, humiliated, and put in his place!!

Wee-woo, wee-woo,wee-woo,wwee-woo came the hi-lo siren on the Volkswagon Polizen Car belonging to the Munchen Police

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Out jumped Officer's Otto Fohlman & Heymans Breda. Fohlman and Breda looked at each other and shrugged.

Fohlman to Alfon, Just can't keep yourself out of trouble there can you? I'm surprised your brother is along for this little game of tag. He then coldy in the business only manner German's are a little too stereotyped as, greeted the Turkisch Beer Hall Proprieter. Scar, he stated. Before turning away to face Alfon again.

Alfon thought to himself, I've never understood Fohlman's and Bredas attitude torwards Scar. They're definitely not racist's.

After Breda threw the now punch drunk wannabee Nazi in the back of their Volkswagen Squad Car he began taking statements from the other beer hall customer's.

Fohlman spoke frankly to Alfon, Listen Alfon, I don't mind you beating the sch**ss out of skinheads, it makes my job a verdamnth lot easier. But, you've got to deal with the reality of regular life. This isn't something you and your bruder will probably ever be able to do easily. Sch**ss, None of us do. But, we try.....Afghanistan is a long ways away. Why you and your bruder have remained in the Bundeswher is beyond me.....Do you guys like being used as pawn's by the bigshots?

Alfon, shrugged with his usual telltail smile then spoke. I don't know what we have left anywhere else? Nothing I suppose.

Fohlman, I know the reason. You two little sch**ssers think you're going to right all the wrongs the CIA and Bundesnachtchrictendienst (BND) have committed in league with their Banker and Mob komrades.......You'll either get killed outright, suicided, stabbed in the back by someone you think you trust, go crazy from the feeling of hoplessness, or just finally realize how little control you have over anything and move to Portugal or Holland so you can smoke yourself into oblivion on Hash !........Or maybe you'll just end up llke our crazy Amerikan Kolonel Mustang................

Fohlman, Well, Breda's done now.........We gotta go now. I wanna get home before it gets too late. Paperwork won't write itself up! ............ Say hello to our fearless leader Kolonel Mustang the next time he shows up from Brussels. o.k.?

Alfon, Actually Fohlman he's right here in Munchen as we speak. NATO decided to reassign him to Stuttgart.

Fohlman, Oh Nein, Mein Gott!........No peace for me! Definitely some schnapps are needed tonight he grumbled to himself. As he got into the passenger side of his squad car. Breda hollered, googennacht there.....

Scar then turned to Al and spoke in his usual manner of understated reserved broodiness, Come on , I've got you some "Special Schnapps" I was saving for a special situation....Call your pain in the arse bruder doen here so he can get drunk on his butt again. Last time he was acting like one of those little 18 year old Amerikaner Kinder Soldatens who, drink for the first time because their away from their home countries nonsencical drinkling age laws.

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In strode Major Armstrong, Alfon My Boy. How are you there my old comrade? I say, it's been such a very long time my boy since we last spoke!

Alfon, Major Armstrong, I thought you were home in Shopshire at your Families Estate.....

Major Armstrong, Oh yes, Frightfully a bore you know, hunting Grouse and Deer and with the Duke of Hamilton and His Majestry the Prince........Of course I mean no disrespect of the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Hamilton by saying such. But, leisure with the Peerage does get a bit hum drum after a while, you know old boy?!

Scar, Armstrong ominously greeted as he turned torwards Scar.

Scar to Major Armstrong in an purely formal manner only, We were just about to have some schnapps from Sweden, would you like some?

Armstrong, Hhhmmm well I suppose I should sitnze down and enjoy a drink with Mein Komraden.