Name: Little Scribbler
Title: Poseidon’s Trident
First 250 words:
Private Adolf Bauer rested next to his shovel and wiped his brow. Digging was hard work in the best of conditions. In the heat of the midday sun in the Indian desert, it was torture. Beads of sweat trickled down his red face, off his unshaven chin, and onto his filthy uniform. His uniform had been tailored for combat in Europe – not digging in the desert. Still, he decided, digging in the scorching desert for a weapon was better than being around for the rising tensions in Europe.
“Bauer! Hurry up!” barked Captain Eberhardt. “You do not want to keep Fuer Hitler waiting, do you?”
“No, sir!” Bauer yelled back as he grabbed his shovel, and returned to the digging. All around him, men, soldiers like himself, dug furiously in the sand in a grid format. For a weapon. What that weapon was, Bauer didn’t know. But he had overheard the captain talking.
A weapon that would ensure world domination for Hitler and the Third Reich.
A weapon that would destroy London.
A weapon that would destroy the Jews.
The day wore on, and Bauer whistled as he worked. His hole soon turned into a trench, then a large pit. Soon, when the men around him complained, he turned to thinking about his wife, Eva, and his two young children, Dirk and Abigail, back in Berlin. They all missed him terribly, Bauer was sure of that. But they preferred his digging in India over the alternative of combat in Poland. At least they could be sure he would return safely. Even if he couldn’t tell them what he was doing.
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