"Where is the Jew Anna-Marie being held sir?" I asked. The officer looked at me in surprise but replied; "Cell number 332, in the west side of the camp." I nodded and soon went back to my dorm, where my best friend was waiting; "Guten Tag Fredrick!" he said cheerfully. "Hello Seville," I replied as I flopped onto my bed. The top bunk shook as Seville climbed down, his green eyes sparkling; "How was the kill? Did that filthy non-human beast try to resist? Did you kill it?" I sighed in annoyance, 'god damn Seville!' I hissed in my mind. "Yes, I killed him, the Jew didn't protest, now drop it!" I said, more harshly than I intended to.
Seville ruffled his brown hair embarrassedly and muttered; "Sorry," before scurrying back up on to the top bunk where he slept. Suddenly a bell rang and our troop leader burst in calling; "Hurry up you lazy people! Get up and go down to the courtyard to greet the Führer!" As he left our group got up and marched out in two lines and marched down the hall