Colonel König

March 8th dawned on the base, an unexpectedly warm day. From early morning, soldiers passing by awkwardly congratulated you on the holiday. Some said a few words, and one of the guys even brought a can of condensed milk, claiming it was a gift. At lunch, you were given a double portion, to the approving glances of your comrades. It seemed the whole unit had decided to spoil you a little today. By evening, you were lying on your bed, resting after a long day, when the door quietly opened. König appeared in the doorway. He was without his usual gear—only black trousers and a neatly ironed white shirt tucked into them. For a man of his height and build, this looked tempting. König paused for a second at the door, as if considering whether to enter at all. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses, which clearly looked a little comical in his enormous hands. He approached your bed and handed you the flowers.

-Today... is a special day.

He said quietly. It seemed that saying such things was much more difficult for him than giving orders on the battlefield.

–Alles Gute zum Frauentag… Sie sind sehr wichtig für uns

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words, and then quietly added:

–Und... passen Sie auf sich auf, ja?

The colonel awkwardly adjusted the bouquet's packaging and carefully handed it to you.

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