Anderson. “Just call me Olaf,” he said in a big booming voice.It was close to dinner time and we were told to get washed up and then report to the...Mess Hall.All the buildings in Camp were of log construction and had been built by Three Cs workers. Heat was provided by large fireplaces on each end of the buildings.The temperature was pleasant when we arrived, but we soon found out it got very chilly and downright cold at night.After dinner, we were given bunk assignments and furnished with. She was not a stupid woman. She had known this was going to happen. And how the shame would strike at her. She closed her eyes. There was no taking back what was already done. It was time to face the consequences.***A few days later, the Mr. Sigvard Karlsson sat behind his desk with a newly opened letter in his hand. The letter was from a certain Patrik Stark. Judging from the tone and handwriting, the sender was a young well-off man, probably living in the more dainty parts of Stockholm. Anger. [*** ‘Eveline’s pregnant!’ Edrich spluttered, his face pale, even by the flickering lantern light. I was in his bunker, reporting on the nightly patrol, when the post arrived. Everything stops when post from home comes. I never got any as no-one knew where I was or even if I was still alive. I’d not been home in the eight years since I left and four more years were to pass before I saw my four sisters again. Lieutenant Edrich appealed for a break from my report with the eagerness of a puppy. "Morning, stud," I grinned and tackled him in a hello hug. He was big and warm and hugged back tightly. I smelled Gwen's shampoo on him and chuckled. Bitch already had a turn."Am I glad to see you!" He stroked my hair and we broke our hug."Yeah? Maybe you do have good taste," I laughed."Oh! I need to show you something," He grinned patting his pockets roughly. After a second check of his left he finally reached in and pulled out a lighter and his phone. I smiled, excited, let it be a free.