Colonel Stempfel sighed deeply. Twenty years of dutiful service and how was he rewarded? Not with a posting in Berlin but here processing these...undesirables.
Processing indeed! Entire trainloads of human garbage were "processed" out as oily black smoke daily. Stempfel groaned...2000 to be processed today alone.
His head throbbed from too much wine the night before. Perhaps sleep was in order before today's workload. Not as if THEY were going anywhere, he thought.
He awoke to shouts and American tanks rumbling through the gates. Stempfel yawned hugely and shrugged. No processing to be done today after all.