"Ready?” He seemed somewhat uptight and Smith guessed it was the status of the visitor making him jumpy. He idly wondered why a lowly guard, and not the camp commander and all his toadies, was taking him to see one of Himmler’s trusted circle. "Is it just you taking me to see him?” ”Yes, now come on, he’ll be here soon." They walked the corridor and into the canteen. "Sit down. Try to be calm. I’ll be outside acting as a guard until he comes. Are you ok?” ”I’m fine, old boy. I think you’re the one who should have a sit down." "I know," he grinned sheepishly. "It’s a big day for me, too. I’ll explain later.” He closed the door behind him and left Smith to his thoughts. The door opened again. He stood up, as was the drill in the camp when a German entered the room, and gasped as he saw who it was. Oberstgruppenführer von der Heyde stood framed in the doorway.
What do You think about The Division Of The Damned?
