September 2nd, 1917 Diary of Hauptman (captain) Johann Wolf, 16. k.u.k. Sondereinsatzbrigade Alpeneinhorn, Trupp D (Imperial and Royal Special Mountain Unicorn Brigade) As I write I am a prisoner in the enemy special force’s camp. I am too injured to walk. They have treated me well and carried me this far. Their commander is a doctor, a good man, but soft, very soft.
"Noodles," the war corn. Perfect. And, "Thoughts of home came to me, of harvesting wheat with Papa, my first Almabtrieb (Autumn cow train), and the first lager beer I shared with a brown cow called Zeitgeist." Take me to your Autumn cow train and your Zeitgeist. I want to see.
"Noodles," the war corn. Perfect. And, "Thoughts of home came to me, of harvesting wheat with Papa, my first Almabtrieb (Autumn cow train), and the first lager beer I shared with a brown cow called Zeitgeist." Take me to your Autumn cow train and your Zeitgeist. I want to see.