Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

"But are we headed for the Eastern Front, Kurt?" Ruth asked seriously.

"Ha!" He laughed, cupping her breasts in his hands, "Don't you know that we made out several sets of orders? If you can make out one, you can make out many. We have a whole box of them. We're going…" Kurt stopped speaking abruptly and pulled Ruth roughly down to the bed of the truck.

Then she heard a noise. She didn't know what it was, but somehow it indicated battle and death and destruction with its very scream. "Looks like we just made it," Kurt told her. "That was a Russian shell. They must be starting their advance. Let's get the shit out of here, Rainer," he bellowed at the small window that opened to the driver's cab.

"I got ears for those things. I heard it long before you did." Rainer answered.

"Kurt," Ruth spoke softly. "Are we really out of Kamp East? I can hardly believe it."

"We are. Let's celebrate," he said, moving atop her body and clamping his mouth wetly onto hers as the truck thundered through the night toward what, they didn't know… or at that moment care…