The Nazi s BoyChapter 4
It was barely sunrise when I opened my eyes. The birds had taken over the serenade of the night crickets and a soft pink glow illuminated the bedroom. The Colonel's movements woke me as he got out of bed and walked to the window. His large frame blocked the light as he stood on his toes and rested his hands on the wall. It took only a moment to register that he was urinating through the window. I made a mental note to retrieve the urinal from under my bed, an oversight that once again, my...