Thursday, February 17, 2011

Diary of a Serial Killer - Chapter 5e - by Nova

The last ten from the group we had brought in were standing on the edge of the antitank ditch. As they got a good look at what was lying below them, a guttural moan of terror arose from them. The auxiliaries carefully set down the bottles they were sharing on the ammo boxes behind them, unslung their rifles, and formed a firing line. A militia NCO gave the order in accented German to shoulder arms, following it with the command to fire. One thing that has stayed with me ever since is the meaty sound you hear when a body is struck by a bullet. It is unmistakable, and after hearing it enough times you can tell by the sound if it was a solid hit or a grazer. The sound changes, with the thwack more pronounced when it hits a meaty part of the body.

Either the alcohol had helped or they were just rusty as this one went a lot better than the first few. All the shots looked to be solid torso hits taking them all backwards over the edge. The next ten from the other squad were quickly hustled in and were just as quickly dispatched. The boys were in a groove and stayed in it until the final two batches when things went a little awry. Two of the shooters began missing completely, probably due to the alcohol taking effect. They were relieved, which made them very unhappy. They started to make a fuss until it penetrated their alcohol sodden brains that the SD Captain was quite willing to add them to the pile of bodies lying below. Our primary concern here was range safety. No one was eager to get shot by a drunken Pole. It probably wouldn’t even qualify you for a wound badge, our equivalent of the Purple Heart.

They were replaced by two members of the militia who had been, until then, standing around watching the show. I was surprised they had not rotated the shooters among the men in their company. Later on that became common practice. By then we had a crowd of spectators as all our men had stayed to watch after bringing their groups in. After each batch had been processed, Sarge, the Lieutenant, and the SD officer would walk the edge of the pit and shoot anyone who looked like they were still alive. Meanwhile I, and at the other end, Dieter just stood there watching.

I believe we had become invisible to everyone else due to being a distance, however small, from the action taking place. I found it fascinating to watch our guy’s faces as they came in with their groups and saw what was happening. A few looked troubled by it. One stepped back about five paces after looking over the edge and threw up, much to the amusement of the Poles. Fortunately he did not barf on anything important like their bottles or the ammunition boxes.

1 comment:

  1. Regarding your background commentary a couple posts back- I remember waaaay back you mentioned a couple times having done this research and written a book. I remember too your comments of how some of the factual accounts were so bad you had to take a break... Yah, I've seen some things too that made me want to poke my eyes out! Actions, text, pictures- dark days may lurk anywhere a page turns(page being a moment in time- one sec all is good, sec later it is all different.) Someone here said about how this stuff is scariest because it has been real- I couldn't agree more. Your comment on the way it is possible (situation and belief-directed by the 'powers' of persuasion)- was dead on- no pun intended!
    So yes, Thanks for sharing a scary history. I dread reading it, but the reminder to all, of what is forgotten, shall be repeated, is important to keep current in our memory...
    OH, scary thought as I wrote that- those world powers who wish to deny the Holocaust- most wish to enact one! Keep that in mind people! THAT is scary stuff.
    Also, Nova, hope the details with closing and moving etc are grooving along. Sooo much to do, oof! Hope your hiatus provided by this reprint continues to prove beneficial.
    All my best wishes to you and my fellow readers!