Although most people liked Kimi, the war was too fresh in most people's minds. A good number of POW's would be there and that was more than many of th... villagers could stand.On the morning of the ceremony, Kimi dressed at the camp under the administration of Gefreiter Gerry Klein, a tailor in civilian life. Kimi's best man was to be Bruno Lody who, for the occasion, had assembled most of the dress uniform of a U-boat man. Most of the German guests had gathered some kind of uniform. Someone. The woman's brother may have been the youngest of the bunch."There's a price on your head," Matthew said. "We're going to share it, ten pounds. But they do want you alive and talking." Don't have much to say," I offered as the knots were pulled tight, cutting my wrists."You will," he said with a nasty smile. Two men dragged me back to a tree, sat me down at its base and wrapped a rope under my chin twice and around the thick trunk. The camp settled quickly, the sentry was relieved and soon the. ‘Sweetheart, it’s alright. Just promise me you won’t get caught up in this. Live for your Mom and be happy in life.’ I cried. The man laughed. I looked up at him, my anger swelling inside my body. He laughed harder. ‘Let’s see what you got kid.’ I stood and we briefly stared at each other. I calmed my rage. I moved first and swung my katana. He blocked. He countered. I blocked. The sounds of our grunts and our swords clanking filled the air. Every swing of my katana and wakizashi was blocked.. The date was casual and unhurried, but it was a genuine date. Shirley Kiner was no dummy. She could tell I was interested, and while she kept the conversation light and easy, she seemed to be watching me, with some skepticism, at the same time.I surmised that she was waiting for me to make a wrong move. Waiting, perhaps, for me to act on my earthier instincts. My best guess was, Shirley was accustomed to being rushed by men.I was determined not to rush her.After a leisurely dinner, and several.