Quain
Laroche #1
May
10 1940
I'm
at my post, we've been told that Boche is just opposite to us, doing
nothing. We are waiting them to attack. We want eagarly to kill them,
shoot them to pieces, bombard them to death. We are waiting, they'll
'ave to attack at somepoint they can't wait for indefinetly, not like
us they are not in the invincible Maginot.
It's
June now. Boche 'as conquered all of France. They live in Paris, they
live in Bourdeaux. The only place where the french can live without
Boche is in Shout, in Vichy.
I?
I live in Paris, in the streets of it. I'm Quain Laroche. I was born
in Colmair in 1920, two years after the war, yes my father was lucky.
I went to school, then I went to army, then I was at my post in
Maginot. Then I woked up in Paris. That's all I know.
Every day I see Boche. They leave me alone and I leave them alone. I
saw 'itler. For a glance but still. For a moment I though that I saw
Chaplin, but there's a difference I'm not sure what it is but there
'as to be.
I'm
missing in action since may. French live with Boche I don't know 'ow
but they do. I live in streets so that's what I see everyday. They
live with Boche, if my dad knew about this 'e would die. My dad,
where is 'e, where is mom? Are they still alive? Are they living with
Boche? My dad wouldn't, 'e always said that the only good Boche was a
death Boche no matter what. I think my parent's left Colmair
.
Life
in the streets isn't as rough as everyone makes it sound like. Or
then I don't see it.
Everything is fine till curfew, then things get difficult. Boche
guards the streets and makes sure everyone is inside or outside with
an Ausweis. I 'ide Boche in the shadows of street. I 'ide from Boche
mmhp. Doesn't sound right.
The
only thing that's 'ard in the streets is wet- and coldness, that's
what I 'ate. My clothes been dirty for as long as I remember, not the
uniform I don't know where it is. I'm 'ungry. That's another thing I
'ate 'unger.
I
'eard that theres a man called De Gaulle's executioner around. Don't
know who is De Gaulle, 'e 'ad a speech but I didn't 'ear it. Some
'ero left France so that 'e could lead us against Boche. Doesn't make
sense to me. But 'e's executioner I like. Because 'e kills Boche. I
only like Boche when they are death.
Who
am I? Quain Laroche. But where did I came from? All I remember is
Colmair, then Maginot, then I woke up in here, Paris the Bordell of
Boche. Whole France is Boche's Bordell except Vichy I don't know what
that is, I shoud go there to see it myself, but for now I should go
to Colmair, to Maginot – away from the Bordell of Boche.
I
left Paris. That's the good thing of being 'omeless. No-one cares
what you do. You are considered a burden, a leach. And as soons as
you leave the better. I don't know what time it is. It's unimportant
all I care is wheter it's sunny or rainy or wheter it's night or a
day. That's all you care when you don't live in a 'ouse.
I
sleep in forests I walk in roads, I'm in the countryside. On my way
to Colmair, on my way to answers. All I see is Boche. All I see is
french whoring to Boche. All I see is traitors. But they'll pay,
someday they'll pay when they're pimps aren't protecting them.
Countryside
is boring, all I see is ruins, and french with they're pimps. All I
see is french rebuilding they're brothels for they're customers.
I
'eard from De Gaulle's Executioner. 'e 'ad killed 20 boche. Don't
know if it's true all I know and care is that 'e kills Boche and
Boche are afraid of 'im. That's good. Maybe I should stop my search
for answers for now. There's plenty of time when Boche is gone. I
'eard about resistance. They call themselves Free Franche. I should
join in them.
I've
join up to resistance. I can kill boche know. I 'ave my first
assignment tonight. It's nothing big, we are going to ambush a lorry
full of ammunition and weapons. Tonight I'm finally going to kill
Boche.
We
are 'iding in a ditch near a road, we're the lorry is suppose to go
by. There is five of us. Our brave leader is Rene Artoi's 'e is about
my age, bravest of us, right after the armistice 'e went and cut off
a telephone line. 'e was caught but nothing was done to 'im. Auguste
Artoi's is Rene's brother not us brave as 'e's brother who forced 'im
to join recistance so that 'e couldn't give Rene in, about two year's
younger than Rene though. There's Jacque 'cause there always 'ave's
to be Jacque, 'e's 'appy fatty, in 'es thirties. There's Francoi's
who is the brains of our group, 'cause you need someone like 'im 'e's
the right 'and man of Rene. Then there's me, the only 'omeless of the
group, the man who no-one care's and neither do I, but I want to kill
boche.
The
lorry is coming. Jacque is nervous and so is Auguste. Rene is not, I
don't know about Francoi's atleast 'e doesn't show that 'es nervous,
that's good. Me? Why should I be nervous? I can kill Boche! I'am
lucky if I don't stop the lorry myself. We put some big rocks on the
road, that should stop the lorry. Rene said that we should check our
weapons I checked my rifle, it's good.
The
lorry came, it stopped just as we planned. We attack it, Rene tells
the Boche to come out of the lorry and they do, dum bastards! Jacques
is left guarding them while Rene and Francoi's check the lorry and
it's gargo. Me and Auguste? We guard. Rene comes and tells that the
gargo is okay now we 'ave to dispose the Boche I'll volunteer.
I
take them away and kill them it was easy. Then I cut off they're 'ead
then I mutilate them it doesn't matter they're Boche they are the
filth! They are the burden of free France they're the burden of the
fucking world! I take my time I didn't know that it felt this good.
They send Jacque to get me 'e sees what I've done 'e wonders why I
didn't just kill them and I say I did then I mutilated them. 'e then
tells me to get to the lorry 'cause it's time I do.
I'm
in the lorry and now I know who is Quain Laroche, 'e is a murder, a
Boche killer 'e 'ates Boche 'e may not know who 'e is but time will
tell – sooner or later – time will tell.
THE
END
