The Adventures of Werner Holt

THE ADVENTURES OF WERNER HOLT

Werner!

Sergeant! Reinforcements are coming, right?

Of course! Heavy artillery, too.

Sergeant! Were new weapons deployed in the East last night?

It'll be announced as soon as I get official notice.

- Will it start soon? - Of course!

- Pickets are in place. - OK. Go on.

Vetter! Move one AA gun into position there,

- the second 300 meters back. - Yes, sir!

It's crazy to fight with your squad. Most aren't properly trained.

Werner, get the regiment on the line!

They must send self-propelled gun carriages and 7.5 cm Pak cannons.

- I'll speak with Wehnert. - Yes, Gilbert.

Private Holt, did you understand me?

Yes, Sergeant!

Pick 3 cellars on the marketplace with rear exits.

Deploy the machine guns, and bazookas as well.

Sergeant!

Sergeant, what about us? You're really going to fight here?

We have our orders.

Move this junk. We need a clear line of fire.

- Second Company in place. - Thank you.

- Where is the commander? - He's changed command posts.

And me? You'll follow me to the command post!

- I'm an officer! Are you nuts? - Vetter, get the keys.

- What are you doing? I order... - The commander ran away!

And you want to split too, you cowardly swine!

Deserters get strung up!

Winkler!

Lt. Wehnert, I'm relieving you of your command.

You're under arrest.

- You'll answer for this! - Scoundrel!

Winkler! You'll be complicit in mutiny if you...

- Vetter, kill him. - Yes, kill him!

Or better yet: find some rope.

Find some rope. Yes, Sergeant!

Winkler, help me!

The Führer said those who fear an honorable death shall die in shame.

This isn't possible.

For God's sake!

Not hanging!

When I think about how he left us to rot.

Hang him!

Wolzow!

Wolzow.

I'm an officer!

There should be SS nearby. They'll clean up.

And if he runs? We have nowhere to lock him up here.

Anaesthetize him!

And what about the battalion?

The battalion will fulfill its assignment whatever happens.

The battalion is under my command.

Is it senseless to keep fighting?

Where I'm in command, we'll fight.

Don't just stand there, Holt. Make contact with the regiment.

- Making contact with the regiment. - We need those gun carriages!

Now you'll drink this down!

Along a 100-km front, our brave troops chipped away at the

Bolsheviks, who have far more manpower and material.

All incursions, south of Frankfurt and Wriezen and

on both sides of Seelow, were halted by counter-attacks.

Midday yesterday, the US struck Magdeburg. In heavy combat

the enemy gained ground in the direction of Dessau and the Elbe,

but were repulsed south of Dessau by a spirited counter-attack.

Brave resistance by the garrison in Halle and the resolute defense

of our troops in the Leipzig area hindered the enemy...

We have a duty to fight. Nothing else concerns us.

- Come, Winkler. - ... the enemy attacking

from West, South & East, but made little headway.

Drink up, buddy!

Hello?

I hardly think Ivan will attack us here with a strong tank force.

- South of Frankfurt? - Seelow from both sides.

If they come to us, we'll let the first ones into the city.

Everyone's run away.

Pigs!

I'll see about the gun carriages, otherwise we're done for!

- Try over the radio! - Trying the radio!

Hurry up!

Eagle here. Eagle. Calling Falcon. Falcon.

Eagle to Falcon. Falcon, come in please!

Eagle here. Eagle. Calling Falcon. Falcon.

Eagle to Falcon. Falcon, come in please!

Listen up!

- Now it's Knaack's turn. - You'll get in trouble.

I'm not afraid of teachers. That's for others,

even if they know better than everyone else.

- Do you mean me? - Who else?

Attention!

Heil Hitler, comrades!

- Heil Hitler! - ...Comrade Knaack.

- Who was that? - It was me!

Holt.

I'm giving you a demerit and putting it in the class book.

This un-Aryan impudence!

Maybe it was acceptable in your previous school,

but I won't tolerate it!

Now make it snappy.

Sit! Stand!

Sit!

We left off with the Volks - or nationalist concept of history.

Here, Herr Knaack!

Wolzow.

To the front.

History is war.

From 1469 BC...

to 1930 AD there were...

- What's wrong, not feeling well? - only 264 years of peace, but...

- I think I'm getting sick. - 351 of war.

Stop challenging Wolzow.

You'll get the short end of the stick. You don't know him.

The Reich intentionally built on the ancient, mythic beliefs

- and strengths of the Reich. - Of the Volk !

Of the..

Wolzow.

The Reich intentionally built on the ancient, mythic beliefs

and strengths of the Volk.

A community of the people, work, leadership...

4 o'clock, Raven's Rock. But be on time.

I don't like to wait.

No better ideas than a beating.

But you're afraid of teachers.

I'll earn my third demerit now!

He's got guts, you must admit!

Now you're at the end of your rope- eh, Wolzow?

Gilbert, no kidding! Knaack will expel you!

Who's afraid of teachers?

You're finished, Wolzow.

Even without a confession: finished.

Our institution once ruled by a strict spirit of

studiousness and obedience, has nonetheless been poisoned

by the virus of your anarchy and lack of discipline.

Your father can't sanction this a second time and

we will finally be free of you.

I congratulate myself on this victory.

Take your bag and leave this school right now.

You are expelled.

The director's letter will be hot on your heels.

Just a moment.

The director's letter will not be hot on his heels.

Wolzow didn't do it.

I did.

Wiese will attest to it.

Yes, it was Holt.

I witnessed it.

Well, what do we have here?

Even though this rascal was rebuked for

un-Aryan impudence this very morning...

It's... it's scarlet fever!

He already looked strange on the way to school.

Gilbert.

How's it going, old fighter? Man, you've got it good here.

Like in the officer's hospital.

When you get out, come see me, Werner.

Ok, Gilbert.

If the acid nitrate works, then I'll make dynamite.

- What do you want with dynamite? - To make bombs! Real bombs.

Not these gunpowder firecrackers.

Please excuse me.

- Did any mail come? - No.

No?

No. No mail.

No mail.

Why?

Why doesn't he write? Why doesn't he write?

My God! Maybe something happened to him.

I can't bear it anymore. I...

I can't bear it anymore. Phillip!

Phillip...

Always the same drama, since Father left for the Eastern Front!

And she calls herself an officer's wife? She'll never be a Wolzow!

She'll end up in the madhouse.

Man, dynamite... No stone will be left unturned.

Imagine placing a bomb in the school.

Or tying a bomb to the headmaster's ass!

He gave me another F, don't remind me.

Study a little Latin, Gilbert.

- I'll help you. - Nonsense.

What do I need Latin for?

But you should read Schlieffen, my boy.

Schlieffen's Cannae.

No! First, a paperback history of war in keywords,

with strategic and tactical annotations, as well as

a chronological account of every engagement, battle

and skirmish in world history, and the armies concerned. Ow!

Ah, crap!

Werner.

I made inquiries.

As of August,

we can sign up.

We'll become officers. Commanding troops is the best!

You'd stand at the map table, cap on your head,

casually tapping the map with a red pencil:

one strike from here...

another one like this...

then you give orders.

Your word decides the battle.

Join the tank corps with me!

Sure, Gilbert.