These are all from my current NaNo book, Second POW Camp to the Right.
People are less likely to shoot at you if you smile at them
~Mad Jack Churchill
“POW camp?” he asked.
“POW camp,” Halliday repeated. He smiled as if he'd just given Tommy an early Christmas gift.
“POW camp,” Tommy murmured even though it made him sound like a broken record
“Not everyone in German is a Nazi,” he said. He kept his voice mild, dull.
“And not everyone from America brags about their home state,” Haines said.
Rudy remembered why he didn't like conversations.
“What kind of welcome is this?” he asked. “Parker, you're still in bed!”
“It's cold out there!” the Canadian whined.
The major groaned. “Good thing you're in here and not on the front lines. We stand a better chance of winning.”
“And the German? Why did you call him Hook?” he asked.
Harnish smiled. “Because Rudy Fritz is on our side.”
Of course the German guard would be with the allies. Tommy didn't know why he hadn't caught on earlier. It made perfect sense. In the world where a man named Harnish got put in command of a top secret mission in a POW camp the guards were probably all working for the allies.
Jerry Miller laughed. “If it makes you feel any better we have a Jew hidden in the tunnels.”
“I'm the funniest person I know,” Asher said.
“Good heavens!” Asher gasped. “We can't have that! He might develop a sense of humor and goodness knows you can't have another one of those people around camp.”
“This is why people try and invade your countries,” Rudy grumbled.
“It's Asher. They look almost identical when Asher wears Parker's uniform. But if you stare like that someone will catch on.”
The Jew. The Jew had left his tunnel to dress as an Air Force pilot. He strode through camp with his head held high, as if he'd always been there – was meant to be there. He even walked like Zack. And suddenly Tommy wondered if they had a lookalike for him somewhere underground.
“I'm afraid you're a little slow. I've already accepted a marriage proposal.”
“Who is he?” Zack had asked when she'd told him.
“I can't tell you his name,” she'd said, “it might put him in danger.”
“Well, what's he like? Fat, lazy, has a bright red nose?” Zack didn't make it his life's goal to go around and insult husbands-to-be but when they had proposed to someone as adorable as Penelope he didn't have as many issues with it.
“He's handsome and sweet,” Penelope said with a laugh.
“Sounds like a fop. I bet he isn't even Canadian.”
“No, he isn't, but I like him anyways.” And then Penelope had kissed Zack's cheek for his efforts and he'd spent the rest of the week floating on a cloud.
“Close one, eh?” he said loudly. “Almost lost my blinking hat, mate!”
Rudy saw his life and Asher's life pass in front of his eyes. Since he didn't know anything about Asher's early life he shocked himself by seeing an image of baby Asher setting fire to a neighbor's barn while laughing like a mad man. For some reason the vision seemed completely logical.
“That's not how Parker speaks!” Rudy hissed when he came up next to Asher
I don't fraternize, Rudy thought to himself, I only play cards with them on Saturday nights.
“Oh! You mean Max!” Harnish slapped his forehead. “You know what, that kid is so quiet I sometimes forget him.”
“Well, where is he? Or did he quietly vanish into thin air?”
“You know that bed bug saying?” Zack asked. He stood up and peered at his mattress. “I think they might actually be in here. I can see the blanket moving.”
“What did you do?” Tommy asked as he took the wallet and flipped through it. His jaw dropped when he saw the identification card. “This is Himmler's!”
“He brushed past me on the way out. I didn't have a knife so I thought I'd nip his wallet.”
Tommy stared, and then stuffed the wallet back in Zack's pockets before anyone could see.
“You stole Himmler's wallet!”
“Right from under his Hitler want to be mustache.”
“Did you have nightmares about the big, bad SS soldier in the tunnel?” he asked.
“Don't talk to me,” Tommy grumbled.
“We be first POWs with POW.”
There you go. I now have to go and write some. Quote is from Vango, from his monk friend whom I loved.