Meierdress

SS-Obersturmführer (Lieutenant) Erwin Meierdress was as neat as a pin, and looked like a super Ubermensch with attitude, with his field grey cap resting on his head, and his tanker’s goggles hanging over his black, patent leather peak. He wore his treasured Totenkopf black and silver honour title on his left hand cuff.
Zee Obersturmführer looked like the classic role model, which most empires would die for. His ‘Heil Hitler’ face showed a cool and determined expression, like he’d been especially poured from an SS test tube for an advertising poster.
The picture had been painstakingly added to with his prominent nose and manly lips, that can spit you into a gas chamber instantly without flinching, to the tune of ‘Sturmstaffel Marschlied’. His ‘Deutschland über Alles’ dimpled, square jawed, jutting chin looked like it was designed to dominate the landscape. If you press a spot on his narrow forehead he’ll scream “Sieg Heil!” and march on Poland, as he roars down the Autobahn in his hysterically large ‘Roll-over-Poland’ Daimler Benz, crushing everything in its path to the tune of ‘Lilly Marlene’ and ‘Vee are zee Ubermenschen’.
Hans would like to be a hero and show off his decorations, but he’s never been put to the test. The only enemies he’s ever shot were wretched, starving, unarmed civilians in an enclosed area with no escape. The thought of meeting an experienced and well tooled up mad, bad Ivan – out of his head on an overdose of vodka or hallucinogenic mushrooms – is a worrying prospect.

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