"What..." She keeps her head on the table.
"Nooo..."
She turns her head. "Yes?"
"I'm not depressed... just dru--"
She cuts herself off.
She cuts herself off.
"Mhmmmppp..." She drifts of to sleep.
She sleeps the whole time.
"...What in the world...this is more bizarre than thinking of the Kaiserin herself giving me an Iron Cross....I admit, it was an odd dream but, very unlikely to happen."
"...You want an Iron Cross, Sergeant? Du hast es verdient. Along with the many other soldiers who have served Das Vaterland."
“Eh? I…I don’t believe I’ve earned an Iron Cross, much less your recognition…I blame Verdun.”
She walks over, clearly tipsy. "Here's yours," She just drops it into her hand.
“….Danke schön, Kaiserin.” She was at a loss for words, and probably in the worst condition to be even eye to eye with her, mostly because of the massive amount of dirt on her uniform and the tears that she never bothered to fix….and so on.
Monika nodded. "Ja, of course..." She sat back down on a stool. "Come join me."
“Was? Really?…Are you sure?” She was strongly reluctant, though, shrugged it off. “…Jawohl, Kaiserin!” And like that, she sat down next to her.
"Don't be shy, have a drink."
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