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Jason Thompson
Posted on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 05:28 am:   

The fighting became even more intense. A report came in that his flanking reserves had been routed by an enemy Major's men. His comrades beside him were fighting with an incredible ferocity but the Americans kept coming and there was no one to replace them as they fell. Up the ranks, morale started to falter. Finally, a private started to stand with his hands up. Thompson shouted to him:

"Get Down."

But the Private disobeyed. He stood and shouted "Nicht Shiessen" at the Americans (Don't Shoot). After he broke, it went up the ranks, until finally the NCO surrendered. The Americans stopped firing and charged the trench.

They approached Thompson. "Hands up!" they shouted. However, he couldn't understand them. But he did understand English. Finally they yelled at him "Hands Up" (in German). The German was translated into English but their English came out as gibberish. Thompson thought about it for a second .... the universal translators must be on. Nice touch. His thoughts were interrupted as an impatient American soldier jabbed the business end of a garand rifle into his back. "Major, we've captured an enemy officer, sir" The capturing soldier saluted the Major and was dismissed, back to the lines. Thompson was marched to the rear of the lines. There an American Major and Captain meeting behind the fighting. They looked remarkably similar to Marcy and Farley. The Major smiled at Marcy and looked at Thompson. "What's your name, rank, and serial number"

"Paul Steiger. Rank Captain. Starfleet Service number 5187 ..."

"Starfleet Service number? What the Hell is Starfleet? Some kind of secret kraut organization?"

"Sorry, sir. It was from a ..... book I read. My Wehrmacht service number is 5180227-22-162-11 ((for you WWII historians, the service number was completely made up))

Farley stood for a moment, writing down the information when he said "I think we've tormented the good Major or Doctor enough. Computer, end program." The beaches of Normandy faded to the grids of the holodeck. Thompson, Farley, and Marcy left to return another day for another adventure.

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