Can You Believe They Fell For That?
By: Cajun Puddin’
 

The tall, muscular corporal laughed at the four grown men cowering behind the deuce and a half.

“Have you ever witnessed such a pitiful thing?” Brockmeyer asked the private sitting next to him on the broken wall.

“Can’t say that I ever have,” McCall answered. “I wonder what’s got into them? There aren’t any Krauts around here for at least 20 miles.”

What had gotten into these battle-hardened soldiers? Had the stress of combat finally broken them? Or was there something even more frightening than the Germans causing even the fearless, blue-eyed sergeant to turn pale?

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“Do you see anything Caje?” Saunders asked the lithe, dark-haired scout crouched next to him.

“Nothing Sarge, but I can feel them. I know they are out there somewhere, just waiting for us to slip up, and then, Bam!, we’ve had it.”

“Hey Doc” called the wiry little one named Kirby. “Did you hear? They’ve got some new recruits, and I hear they’re as bad as the rest of ‘em, maybe even worse.”

“Oh Lord, I don’t think my heart, or any other part of me, can stand any more. It seems like every time we figure out how to handle them, they bring in more members,” Doc commented.

In another part of the small village, a team of over zealous women was busy interrogating the superior officer of this squad. The poor man will never be able to withstand this line of questioning. When DII puts her mind to something, it ALWAYS gets done, and the other members of her squad knew it. Unfortunately, the green-eyed Lt. did not, but he would soon find out, the hard way.

“Listen, Hanley, we will go easier on you if you will tell us where they are. Believe me,” DII said with the sweetest smile. “You really don’t want me to bring in our newest interrogator. She may look all sweet and cuddly, but behind those hazel eyes, she has methods that would cause an SS man to scream for his Mommy.”

Hanley remained silent.

“What, still not talking? Oh well, remember, you brought this on yourself. KT, get CP in here and make sure that we are not disturbed.”

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On the other side of town, the small group was forming a plan. They had to extract their leader, and come hell or high water, nothing would stop them.

“Okay, Caje, get as close as you can and get a good look at the situation. For goodness sake, will you guys stop upsetting the laundry women? I don’t have a single undershirt to my name, and these pants are a little snug.” He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his thick blond locks. “Move out, and be careful, you all know how sly these women are. If they catch you, well, I don’t have to spell it out for you. It will be a long week,” said Saunders.

Saunders watched as his men headed out to do their jobs.

How on earth had they gotten their selves into such a mess? In the two years since D-Day, they had taken out machine gun nests with just one grenade, fooled the Germans with dead men propped in windows, and even lived through Steiner. Yet these women caused a shudder to run through him.

Saunders heard running feet and turned to see the dark haired Cajun sprinting towards him, with Kirby and Doc on his heels. “Sarge, we gotta get him out of there. They have a new interrogator in there with Hanley and it looks like he’s about to crack.”

“All right, I have an idea, but it might be risky.” Saunders said.

“What is it Sarge?” Caje said.

“We'll try to lure them out one at a time. Doc, you go first. Now, we all know DII melts when you are around. Kirby, we’ll go next and take care of KT and Kirbyfan62. Caje, while we are taking care of them, you get in there and get the Lt. out as quickly as possible.”

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“Hey, DII, something funny is going on outside.” Sabresiren announced from the front room of the bakery that the girls had made into a temporary base. “Is that a white flag in Doc’s hand?”

“I don’t know,” DII rubbed her chin, “it might be a trick, but he does look so adorable. Those puppy dog eyes, and that shy, sweet smile … okay, let’s go, but be careful, they can be very sneaky.” She motioned for KT to cover them as they made their way toward the two men.

KT caught a flash of camo at the corner.

“It couldn’t be. Why would he get this close? He knows what happens when I’m around him.” In a split second she made her decision. DII could handle the two in front of the building. She was going hunting, and this time the trophy would be more than a pair of pants.

As they drew closer to Doc and Kirby, DII began to get a bad feeling. She turned to see KT go whooping around the corner in hot pursuit of a blue-eyed, blond man. This was all the distraction that Kirby and Doc needed to grab the women and spirit them back to their foxhole.

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Caje quietly slipped in the back door of the little shop and listened for any clue as to where the last one might have Hanley.

“Please tell me where the muscled, accented one they call Caje is,” the woman purred to the helpless man, who was tied to the table, “and I will put away the feathers and ice cubes.”

The dark haired officer turned his head and closed his eyes. He caught movement in the dark doorway. Could it be, or was he imagining things? He was so exhausted from CP’s intense interrogation; he wasn’t sure any more. He would have to remember to never question anything that DII told him about her girls.

They could teach the Krauts a thing or to about interrogation methods.

“I will tell you what you want to know, but I am so weak, you will have to come closer," the lieutenant said.

Now KT or DII would never have fallen for that old trick, but CP, being a newbie and anxious to get her hands on the Cajun did. She leaned over the table to hear the words she had so desperately tried to pry out of the man for the last several hours. She was unaware of the scout behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist like steel bands.

“Let me go,” she hissed. She was in for it now, she had been captured. They would probably throw her out of the squad, or worse. You did not want to upset DII or KT.

As she continued to wrestle against the arms that held her tightly, she caught a glimpse of her captor in the window. Instantly, all the fight went out of her. She deftly twisted in his arms and tackled the surprised man to the floor.

“Lt., someone will be along shortly to release you.” She looked over at him, “As a matter of fact, I think I hear Billy and Littlejohn now.” It was her turn take charge of the helpless PFC. “I need a French lesson. I can promise you that we will both enjoy it very much,” she said with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

Several days later …

“Captain Jampel, Sir, I don’t know where Saunder’s squad is. Someone was talking about hunting and trophies, and another one was talking about French lessons with Caje.” He took a deep drag from his cigarette, trying to push the horror of that day out of his mind. “That’s all I remember.”

“Okay, Hanley, if you wanted a pass, all you had to do was ask. No need to make up some wild story about being kidnapped by a bunch of women.” Jampel signed the form and handed it to the exhausted lieutenant. “Enjoy your next 48 hours, and report back to me by 0600 on Monday. Dismissed.”

Little did Hanley realize that his driver was the one they call Maq. Oh, boy was he ever going to have a weekend to remember!

Meanwhile, deep in the woods next to the village, the four exhausted soldiers were attempting to make their way back to base.

“Man, am I ever beat,” whined Kirby, “but in the best way possible,” he added with a mischievous grin.

“Let’s just hope that there are no major emergencies any time soon, because I don’t think I could play doctor for one more minute,” sighed the soft spoken Medic.

“You know, I had a lot of instructors growing up, but I can guarantee that none were quite as thorough as CP.” The Cajun scout said, with a permanent smile on his handsome face. “How about you, Sarge? Learn anything new this week?”

“Just one thing,” he draped his arms over his Thompson, and his swagger became a little lighter, “the next time these ladies invite us over for a little R&R, don’t fight it, because they will always come out on top.”

As the soldiers made their way through the woods, they didn’t see the two GI’s hiding behind a copse of trees, snickering to each other.

“We did it, Billy. One whole week without Kirby’s nagging and Sarge, Caje, and Doc got a little distraction.”

“Yeah, Littlejohn, kidnapped by four women,” Billy said, a little amazed that they had managed to pull it off. “Can you believe they fell for that?”