· RUEL SK

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it didn't seem to help too much. Then I got prepared to touch down and get my feet ready,
so as to start to run, as to break the fall. But because of such a fast descent, I was unable to
do any of the things that I planned to do in trying to guide my direction and I crumpled to
the ground.
"There was such a pain in my right hip, I thought it must have been broken. I tried
to get up, as the farmer was almost on me. I fell back just as he lunged at me with his
pitchfork I frantically twisted and rolled to my side as fast as I could to avoid its spears
and he plunged the tongs into the ground with such force he broke the handle. Angrily, he
took the splintered handle and stabbed it into my back Thanks to my heavy-heated suit
that I was wearing, it stopped most of the shmp wooden ends from tearing into my flesh.
"All of the time that this was taking place, the townspeople who had watched me
and my chute come down, were coming at me armed with sticks and clubs. I even saw
what seemed to be a 'Burgermeister' with a rifle. But, as they got closer they started to
become somewhat more hesitant to take any action against me. I thought they might
possibly were waiting for the 'Burgermeister' to do something. Upon yelling and
screaming, he raised his rifle - which apparently had no ammo - raised it to my head and
then he hit me across ~my shoulders, breaking it in two. It seemed that it was a prized
possession, for then he got mad and went kind of crazy, which seemed to be a trait of some
of the people from that region.
"The townspeople took up on it. They began to beat me with everything they had.
They split my head open and the blood seemed to bring out their animalistic nature, which
resulted in even more punishment. I heard the sound of gunfrre very close and I was
thinking that someone had a gun and this would be the end of my days in this God-forsaken
country.
"But then for some unknown reason the beating stopped and the people began to
move away from me. Then a German soldier appeared with an automatic rifle and was
waving it at the crowd. It was his gun that I heard. He apparently instructed someone to
help me in the sidecar seat of his motorcycle, all the time letting them know he meant
business. We left, still hearing the yells and cursing and rock throwing. We arrived at a
town and I was put in a small holding cell. The townspeople arrived and they still wanted
more of me, but the soldiers wouldn't let them at me.