Interrogation

The moment Erich stepped through his front door, he was greeted by the sound of women bickering. Something he had severely hoped he would never hear again in his life. Of course, where women gathered, fighting was bound to happen, and because of this Erich could only sigh, as he tossed his field bag on the floor and headed towards the shower. 

Erich felt the filth wash away from his hair and body as the water cascaded over his pale skin. It was a feeling he had actually missed. After three months of nonstop combat, Erich had gotten used to living in squalor. But now that he had the luxury of a nice cold shower, he felt as if he could finally die in peace.