We sat on the huge German bed that occupied most of the apartment,
eating sticky white potato balls smothered with warm brown gravy.
He was supposed to repairing artillery equipment
but they found out in the hospital that he could repair medical equipment
so he managed to spend his days there,
avoiding sweaty ground troop field trips.
He was telling me about how he planned to paint the old Volkswagen.
"Flat black with gold trim like the Imperial railway car we saw in the Museum."
"Won't that call attention to it?" I asked.
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