380 | John W. Warner IV wakey-wakey. She arose unsteadily. Oh-h-h-h, the head. I was enjoying die Bahamas for a while. Geer came in; he was fine. The Nazzara brothers are missing, I checked. I passed out. What happened? What didn’t fucking happen? asked a much-bruised Alice in a cracked voice. Rodgers? Rodgers?yelled Klemperer. Wake up you…He felt his throat; Bernie was ice cold with no pulse, his head cracked apart, milky eyes half open. Oh, nein-n-n-n. Hes…dead. No pulse. Porsche leaned in for a second opinion having seen a few dead men in the last war; he looked to Bea and Alice and shook his head. Bea wailed in grief; Alice held her in tears. Hearing the cry, Gwafa crawled over the Kubelwagen and its broken wood palette, much gear had broken loose and was now pooled by the dented cargo door tools, weapons, lumber, tents, tires, jerrycans. When he entered the cockpit he saw Bernie and Schafer in a bad state. Geer asked: Gwafa, help me get Ernst to the sick bay. I have to operate now. With two flashlights Alice opened every cabinet in a hurry, tossing out bandages and arranging instruments. She then poured wood alcohol on Schafers wounds; he growled like a shepherd dog. Morphine, Ill inject him. Geer ripped off Schafers clothes. Im not a doctor, but I can perform field surgery in an emergency, fucking SS is good for something. Good thing youre trained too. Alice yelled out the door: Gwafa! Tell that arselick Gerlach we need power and lights or this man will die too. Gwafa gently dragged a liquid Bea away from Bernies body. He was a brave leader, a man of great morals. Come, we must help the Professor, or we may all die. She squirmed and writhed in his arms. Where shall w-w-we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in r-r-rain? When the hurlyburlys done, when the battles lost and w-w-won. In the engine room, Porsche found another flashlight. This is a mess. How did the power go out? Gerlach pointed. Never mind how, its all gone to hell. Can you splice this cable into that one?