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   Leisel (Mg, cons, rom)   
   By Simple Man   
      
   Leisel (Mann-Mädchen, Zustimmung, Roman)   
   Durch den Einfachen Mann   
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   [Sorgen Sie sich nicht, diese Geschichte wird auf Deutsch nicht   
   geschrieben, aber es findet im Nachkriegsdeutschland mit der Ankunft des   
   ersten US-Botschafters statt, um eine Botschaft in Berlin zu gründen.   
   Wenn es notwendiger deutscher Dialog ist, wird verwendet, und seine   
   Bedeutung verständlich gemacht.  -SM]   
      
      
      
   Leisel   
      
      
   East Berlin 1946   
      
   The ravages of war were everywhere, the absence of people noticeable and   
   as I drove by in my jeep a little girl rushed from the rubble of a   
   nearby building to the edge of the street.  She stood only a second or   
   two and then collapsed.  When I picked up her limp body she was just   
   skin and bones.  I was closer to the Embassy than anyplace else so I   
   took her there.  Construction workers were restoring the building and   
   workmen were inside remodeling.  In my temporary barracks I heated a can   
   of Campbell's Tomato soup and spoon fed the little girl well into the   
   night.   
      
   By evening the next day she could eat some solids so I fed her some   
   cheese and German salami with a thick slice of German rye bread and   
   watched her tummy fill.  I gave her the last of the milk I had in my   
   ice-box and brushed her long golden hair out of her face as she ate.  It   
   was hard to tell but she looked like she was maybe eight or nine years   
   old and quite pretty.  She belched like a trooper and looked a little   
   green like maybe she was going to vomit, but she recovered and finished   
   what must have been a feast to her.  As she downed the cup of milk her   
   white mustache was all that remained and she looked a cute as she could   
   be.  I wiped her mouth with a towel and she giggled.   
      
   Vielen Dank für das Essen. Werden Sie auf mich jetzt aufpassen?   
      
   She thanked me for the food and wanted to know if I would be taking care   
   of her from now on.  I had to admit to myself that I had not thought   
   that far ahead, she was starving and I just did what I had to do.  I   
   must have looked puzzled because she said.   
      
   Meine Eltern starben im Krieg, und ich habe niemanden, um damit zu   
   leben.   
      
   I was not prepared for her telling me her parents died in the war and   
   that she had no one to take care of her, my heart went out to her.   
      
   Ja, dann werde ich auf Sie die kleine Prinzessin aufpassen.  I told her,   
   yes, I would take care of her and called her Little Princess.   
      
   She jumped up from the footlocker she was sitting on and almost jumped   
   into my arms, her head now resting on my shoulder.  I was sitting on the   
   springs of my bunk-bed and her added weight was not all that comfortable   
   on my butt, but I did not complain, I had a little girl in my arms and   
   it was nice, though she smelled less like a child and more like the   
   carnage she had come from.   
      
   The workmen had built a GI shower which they used as well as I did.  The   
   water was heavy with chlorine and stored overhead in 55 gallon drums   
   attached to some piping that led to a shower head with a pull valve.   
   They filled the drums every morning and let the sun warm the water   
   before it was needed.  I knew the water would be still warm after the   
   workmen had cleaned up and left.  I carried the little girl out into the   
   night to the shower area.   
      
   Ich bin dabei, Sie zu entkleiden und dann nach wunden Stellen oder   
   Kürzungen zu suchen, dann Ihnen eine Dusche geben. Seine Sorte ähnlich   
   ein stehendes Bad.   
      
   I don't think she understood fully; I told her that I was going to   
   undress her and look for any cuts or sores that would sting when I gave   
   her a shower. Of course to do that I had to get undressed too.  She did   
   not mind me pulling off her dingy dress even if that was the only thing   
   she was wearing, but she looked amazed when I undressed and made the   
   comparison of what was between my legs and what was between hers.  I   
   chuckled at her new understanding and pulled the shower head chain   
   flooding us both in warm water.  Then using a bar of soap I washed her   
   complete body including her hair.  Once more I pulled the chain and   
   flooded us both with water to rinse off the soap and she sputtered with   
   indignity as she had a right to.   
      
   Picking her wet body up, I carried her back to my barracks and dressed   
   her in a clean T-shirt which covered about as much as her dress did;   
   only this time I was very aware that this was all she wore.  She looked   
   very cute in my olive drab T-shirt to say the least, and clean she was a   
   little bit breathtaking to look at.  I put her to bed after I made my   
   bunk and tucked her in.  Die gute süße Nachtprinzessin. I whispered.   
   Watching her, she fell asleep within minutes.  I sat down on the   
   footlocker and lit a cigarette and took a good long pull from the bottle   
   of Jack Daniels I kept hidden.  They had poured a cement pad for my   
   barracks and I had no place else to sleep.  Another long pull from the   
   bottle and I replaced the cap, put the bottle away and laid down on the   
   concrete floor.  I may be a Master Sergeant in this man's Army but I   
   have slept under worse conditions than this.   
      
   Maybe an hour passed before I was poked in the ribs.   
      
   Nicht tun Sie nicht, Sie schlafen mit mir.   
      
   She was inviting me into bed with her, and already stiff and sore I   
   crawled into my bunk with her in only my shorts, her in front of me and   
   as I settled down she worked herself back against me cuddling.  Her warm   
   body felt good against me and I fell asleep.   
      
      
      
      
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