that you had volunteered once before, never again was what you said. What was that all about Adolf?" He rubbed his hand over the belts of his M.G 42 checking that there was no dirt that could cause a stoppage.

"It is true I volunteered once. It was back in 41. France was occupied by the Germans. Petain asked for volunteers to fight the Bolshevik menace in the east. My father and brother were on their way home from work when they were caught up in a demonstration by a communist mob. This was a few months before the war started. Well, they were both so badly injured by the communists that they spent many weeks in the hospital. We are from Calais, and as you know, many ofthe workers down at the docks are Commies. When the call came to fight the Commies, I jumped at the chance to get even with them." Again, the screams made them all rush to their weapons. Their thoughts were of Steele and Polanski.

"And as I was saying. I joined the S.S Charlemagne, the French Waffen S.S Regiment. We fought on the frozen hell of the Eastern Front. As the war turned against us, we found ourselves as one of the last cohesive fighting units defending the Fuhrer bunker in Berlin in those last desperate days. Knowing full well that we would be shown no mercy by the Russians, we fought like men possessed. After the cease-fire, a few of us managed to make our way out of Berlin