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17
The Bridge at Amay
DECEMBER 17, 7:00 P.M.
Gra
“You’re in charge, right?” he asked their captain.
The man nodded.
“Take a walk with me,” said Gra
The German stood up and started ahead of him. Ole Carlson hurried out of the radio tent as they neared the bridge.
“Command says bring ’em in to First Army Interrogation,” said Carlson, falling into step with them. “They want Army Counterintelligence in on it, we should get ’ em there ASAP -”
“I won’t be long,” said Gra
“They said they don’t want to wait, Earl-”
“Give me a few minutes. And stand by for that other thing we talked about.”
Carlson gave the German next to Gra
Ole pulled his sidearm and walked back toward the other prisoners. Gra
“Stop here,” said Gra
Gra
“Let’s get one thing straight. There’s enough in that jeep to hang you five times. Unless you think you’re going to pass these off as souvenirs.” He held up a pair of red armbands with swastikas. “I ask questions and you answer them, got that? What’s your name?”
“Karl Heinz Schmidt.”
“What’s your rank?”
“Oberstürmführer. Lieutenant.”
Gra
“I have no idea.”
“Did you kill him?”
“No.”
“Why are you wearing his tags?”
“They were given to me. I assume he must be an American prisoner of war.”
“What unit are you with?”
“The 150th Panzer Brigade.”
“Who’s your commanding officer?”
Schmidt hesitated. “Colonel Otto Skorzeny.”
Gra
“So what brings you to Belgium, Karl?” asked Gra
“Could I have a cigarette, please?”
Gra
“My understanding under the accords of the Geneva Convention, to which both of our countries are a party, is that I am required to give you only the information you’ve already requested. Nothing more.”
Schmidt tried to meet his eye with resolve. Gra
“Here’s the truth: I don’t know shit about military procedure. I’m with a special investigative division and we do things differently, so let me put it on a plate for you: You got pinched behind our lines wearing an American uniform. The book says that makes you a spy and all bets are off. They teach you what that phrase means, Lieutenant Schmidt, all bets are off?”
Schmidt shook his head. Gra
“It means I don’t give a fuck. So you tell me what I want to know or I’m going to hurt you. I’ll start with an easy question. How many other men are in your squad? How many were with you in that jeep?”
Schmidt appeared confused. “Three.”
Gra
“I think it’s two now,” said Gra
Schmidt’s knees buckled slightly. He backed up a step and went pale.
“You want a heads-up on your next few days? Military Intelligence questions you, you go before a court-martial and then a firing squad, and the court-martial’s a formality.”
Schmidt took another step and staggered when he felt the wall of the bridge behind him.
“Nobody on this side’s going to defend you or care what happens to you, and nobody on your side’s ever going to hear about it. The one chance you’ve got is to cooperate and tell us everything you know. If you don’t come clean, I’ll save everybody the trouble and drop your ass off this bridge right now.”
Schmidt went down onto his haunches, head lowered, breathing in jagged bursts.
“You don’t strike me as a stupid man,” said Gra
Schmidt shook his head. Gra
“I didn’t think so. You have a family?”
“Yes,” said Schmidt. “A wife. Two boys. Twins. They’re not even ten years old.”
Gra
Schmidt rubbed his eyes, struggling to compose himself. “We were part of a special brigade. Those of us who came over in American uniform. Our company was going to assemble here.”
“To capture the bridge?”
“And two others, nearby, by to night.”
“So where’s the rest of your brigade?”
“I don’t know. We were sent ahead to scout. When the others came, we were to secure the bridges for the main offensive. We had tanks. Some captured American. Panzers and Panthers disguised to look like Shermans. We have also motorized artillery, antitank guns, three mortar platoons, an armored reco
Gra
“I would estimate two thousand? There was supposed to be a paratroop drop also, regular Wehrmacht, to support us against the bridges. The main columns were supposed to reach this position within a day. By to night.”
“The main objective being Antwerp.”
Schmidt looked at him, mildly surprised. “That’s right. If all went according to plan, they said it would fall within a week.” He continued as Gra
“I want you to know I had no choice in this. I am not in the Nazi Party; I didn’t even enlist. I despise what has happened to my country. It’s only that I spoke your language, you see? I worked as a translator before the war, at a Berlin publishing house; I studied English in college. There were threats to my wife and children; they made me work as an intelligence officer, reading newspapers, interpreting reports; I’ve never been near the front line-”
“I’ll be sure to note that,” said Gra
“The commando unit? I don’t know, maybe eighty men?”
“All in four-man teams.”
“Yes, that was how they organized us.”
“About twenty teams altogether?”
“That sounds right.”
“Did you all have the same objective?”
“As far as the bridges were concerned? Yes, but different responsibilities. Some for reco
“There’s another team I’m looking for.” Gra
Schmidt’s look hardened. “Yes, I do. I think I know exactly who that man is.”
“What’s his name?”
“I never knew his German name. He is using the American name Miller, Lieutenant George Miller.”