[razorboy]

I slowly open my eyes and look around. Not moving my head or any part of my body, just my eyes. I am lying flat on my stomach with my head turned to the left. Four feet away, I see the young soldaten that just "dropped" me, rummaging through my bag. Examining the contents slowly and with great deliberation, he has his back to me and obviously thinks me dead. Explosives and fuses, Sten gun and magazines, maps and forged papers, he methodically empties my bag.
Knowing that shortly he will hit the bottom of the bag and contemplating how long it will take his Kamaraden to investigate the rifle shot, I ponder my next move. The orange piping on his epaulettes indentify him as a Feldgendarm, are there more closeby? I must act now before the odds change. Feeling inside my jacket for the Sykes dagger I realize why I am not dead. The Mauser round has struck the knife sheath mid way up the blade and is actually sticking out of the sheath! That blade isn't coming out! My Browning 9mm was holstered on my waist belt, positioned in the middle of my back. Was it still there? If I were him, I would have "Liberated" that first off of my "Body".
Not knowing wether or not I am still armed, not willing to waste precious seconds ascertaining it's whereabouts, I decide to break his neck. To myself I count 1 ... 2 ..... 3! Half rolling - half leaping I grab him from behind, right arm around his neck in a hammer-lock, left hand covering his mouth should he call out. His unstrapped helmet falling off, I pull upwards on his head and twist, there's the Snap! - he goes rigid, then limp.