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

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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