Things in Südschwitz over themselves just a little.
Colonel Hart Holtz ordered me clearly.
He had my conversation with "special Rüb leader" (he actually called him that; what military rank Rüb according to current Bundeswehr nomenclature, like hard Holtz know) customer; Rüb have raged that now felt already Kolonialdorfhilfsschulunterstmeister in military matters, even without being asked to be able to make a thick trousers to be allowed to verwagen thought to represent the German raison d'etat to the test.
"Goller (again he spoke to me so präponderant, as I do not like plastered it), you know that I alswie your courage your teaching alswie earnestly do appreciate your tending to Überlosigkeit mouth; Of course I also know with what forces you tend to collude here eagerly; also assume that you are in it a flawless base of your intentions ago südschwitzer Patriot; the result of your appearance in the Golden Ox is that I now get attached to women Sergeant Ariane nail, the sneaking around everywhere and stupid asking questions like as if she had raised this whole site in one day furie standard with bare hands out of the sand. That they do not already checked on my desk might auszuerfindenden cheap brandy, is all. "
Something I had to think, that was clear.
"How does it look, the woman rod box?" I asked, following a spontaneous inspiration.
"What is this, you abverkopfter Halbschwachmat?" Barked hard Holtz, obviously not in the plan.
As hard as hard Holtz had never felt offended. But I took it as a good sign and said first time just that I was thirsty, because if there was nothing to drink for a discussion of this scope, so that a tongue would stick in the throat.
Although hard Holtz was still almost to burst, but he noted, because stupid he is truly not that I seemed to have a kind of plan, so finally blared: "Pils or wheat?" - Whereupon Boots man two of the latter, was well respected cools bring to command executed alswelcher, fast, fittingly became the first calming sips.
"Colonel, honestly, quite calmly, as she looks, the woman rod box?" I insisted.
"It's been like," grunted hard Holtz, "at least not worse than you."
"Well, that's ever was. How about going for a bit Sororisierung? It is here indeed been to seven of dark. "(Hart Holtz has two grown-up children in northern Goofy, so you have time have known what a woman is 45, although only one seventy, but his blue-gray eyes pierce through Titan, and he is a image of a man, Where he once again wants to, the young soldiers march from the power that no longer know where they thrown together or just what they're called.)
"Goller, you're a sly übelst Swabian-hinterfotziger scoundrel! What do you want me singing to as "the colonel said, still visibly excited, but drank it be wheat beer.
"Off you would have therefore not been a mediocre soldier may be, would you bury not only in your books and the uselessness of Philosophei."
"Well, sir, I think we understand each other. Intelligent diplomatic solutions are always the best. Why, in dire need, very altruistic, quite officer to protect their own men, the pure performance of the military order, against a horizontal aide? The boot-Manni it not so surely brings. "
Hard Holtz said nothing. By his standards last. Finally, I said to my extreme insubordination and insolence towards even to see a half-smile playing around his side of the mouth.
"For today, I'll save myself the classic shot in the neck. A nine-millimeter is too good for you, Mr. Goller. "
"Well then today probably discussed everything," I said yet, and hard Holtz Wunk me somewhat pensive, from his office.
