Sergeant Williams sat on the edge of the metal bunk and looked down onto the n***d breasts of Greta from Frankfurt. The faded black and white poster was anchored to the floor of the g*n embrasure by 80 years of dust, its subject still smiling after all these years. He wondered if she had made it through the war. He heard the boy cough politely, and he looked up at his new acquaintance. Joachim, troop leader of the ghost children army. The boy looked away from the poster quickly. He’d seen it a million times before, of course, but he still felt a little ashamed each time the young lady caught his eye. Joachim had never had a girlfriend. He often wished that he’d had the chance, but that was another thing that the Black Sun had stolen from him. He would never be able to fumble with a b*a str
