MILITARY TYPES
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esercito sconfitto
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Re: MILITARY TYPES
YES! I love this! The Nationale Volksarmee of the DDR ! 
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: MILITARY TYPES
The road to the West had been sealed shut—
a barricade of rifles and rigid faces where freedom once began.
Only the military moved through now, spectral figures slipping beyond a border the rest of the world could no longer reach.
At dawn, the Post Room girls were scheduled to make their crossing.
They laughed, powdered, and preened, drifting through the halls in clouds of perfume, blissfully unaware of the eyes studying them from the dimmest corners.
For months, the cleaners—those invisible women who moved like murmurs through the corridors—had watched.
They tracked routines, memorized footsteps, and recorded every careless gesture these pampered couriers made.
When the moment finally came, neutralizing the Army couriers required only precision and nerve—no more than a breath between opportunity and action.
Moments later, the uniforms, the shoes, the hats… even the fine silks and nylons hidden in the lockers belonged to someone else.
And so, when dawn broke, the new Post Room girls stood ready to receive the Diplomatic Mail—looking every bit as polished, composed, and pristine as the originals.
With it, the cleaners seized the chance they had dreamed of for years—
a chance to step into a new identity, a new direction…
A chance at a new life.
a barricade of rifles and rigid faces where freedom once began.
Only the military moved through now, spectral figures slipping beyond a border the rest of the world could no longer reach.
At dawn, the Post Room girls were scheduled to make their crossing.
They laughed, powdered, and preened, drifting through the halls in clouds of perfume, blissfully unaware of the eyes studying them from the dimmest corners.
For months, the cleaners—those invisible women who moved like murmurs through the corridors—had watched.
They tracked routines, memorized footsteps, and recorded every careless gesture these pampered couriers made.
When the moment finally came, neutralizing the Army couriers required only precision and nerve—no more than a breath between opportunity and action.
Moments later, the uniforms, the shoes, the hats… even the fine silks and nylons hidden in the lockers belonged to someone else.
And so, when dawn broke, the new Post Room girls stood ready to receive the Diplomatic Mail—looking every bit as polished, composed, and pristine as the originals.
With it, the cleaners seized the chance they had dreamed of for years—
a chance to step into a new identity, a new direction…
A chance at a new life.
