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Finally we arrived at the corpse factory.  I was looking for some clue of its evil purpose but it looked like any manufacturing plant.  As the small train continued, I could see several buildings: a power plant, a barracks, and a main building which we were now pulling in.

General Kopfer said "To fully demonstrate our operations, we are following the process where we take the material into the facility for processing."

"The dead bodies," I said.  Kopfer flinched a little and said "Ja."

Kopfer's aide then pulled out several wads of cotton masks with strings attached out a nearby box.  They resembled the masks the hospital personnel wore.  He also grabbed a bottle, opened it, and sprinkled a small amount of liquid on a mask.  He handed the first one to me.  It smelled of lavender.

"As you can imagine, the facility can be somewhat malodorous.  These will help."

The train finally stopped inside the main building.  We stepped off into a large room lit with electric lights.  I could see the floor was stained unusual colors and antiseptic penetrated the lavender.  Several men in medical smocks and similar masks started to take the boxes off the storage car behind us.  "The material is offloaded and taken by the staff to the sorting room," the general indicated with a sweep of his hand.

We stepped into another room with several tables.  Already the staff was beginning their work.  They picked through the bodily remains like rag pickers sorting through trash.  Anything that looked reasonably intact was put on the tables.  A head scored with shrapnel, a torso with the left arm still attached, and a body complete but riddled with machine gun fire.  I was becoming dizzy not only with the offal of war but the businesslike tone the staff had.  When something was pulled for a crate, they made comment about this body needed the bullets removed before continuing, how they needed a right index finger to restore a hand, or that the heart or lungs could be salvaged from a chest.  Other staff members were calmly taking all this chatter down on clip boards and placing numbered tags on these remains.

 The Baron asked, "There are no English in this?"

"Nein," Kopfer answered, "our procurers are quite careful to bring back the sons of the Fatherland so they can serve once more."

The general continued his speech, "These sorters will take the notes and collate them to see what can be reconstructed.  After that, the parts are then taken to the surgery for repair."

I heard Perkins scream, "Franks!  It's bloody Franks!"  I ordered him silent, but he was just stating allowed what we all could see.  No one knew what the German term was for this new soldier.  They were sheathed in rumor: they had the strength of ten men, they ran across No Man's Land quick as lightning, and they were damn near impossible to kill.  And all wore gasmasks making them less like men and more like monsters.  And now they were coming for me and my men.

I ordered the men to deploy bayonets and moved to the phone to inform HQ and one of their grenades hit.  I should of anticipated that their supposed strength would increase the distance of the thrown grenades but even I was a bit panicked by the Franks.  I was instantly buried under dirt and wooden planking.  Half dazed and half buried, I could do nothing to watch my men be butchered.  In my concussed state, it seems like a nightmare, but I knew it was real.  I saw the Franks pour over the lip of the trench.  They didn't even bother to use small arms or bayonets.  They tore Perkins' arm clean off.  Young McGregor who had lied about his age to serve was decapitated by a Frank's bare hands.  I will never forget the sounds of bones breaking with the screams.  None of my men's bayonets and even rifles at point blank range could stop these demons.

Because of my buried state, the Franks thought I was already dead.  So they allowed their true nature to come out.  They removed the gasmasks.  In all the reports and rumors, none had ever seen one of the Frank's faces, looked his enemy in the eye.  At first, they would too far away from me to see any detail, but I could see that their skin was sallow and looked more akin to a corpse than a healthy soldier.  Could they have been administered some from of opium or morphine can produced their enhanced state but at the cost of their general health.  But then they started… to eat the flesh of my men.  I felt my sanity start to slip.  The Franks grunted with pleasure as they gnawed on arms, legs, and torsos. 

One of them came close to me to retrieve an arm and I saw his… its face.  It was wrong.  One eye was a normal brown but the other was blue with a milky cataract over it.  The jaw was too big for the rest of his face.  One side looked as if it was missing its cheek bones.  The face had several stitches running across it, seemingly holding the amalgam together.  But it what was behind those mismatched eyes that scared me the most.  I could sense intelligence but it was not human.  Only then did I truly wonder if the men were set upon by demons.  They retreated after getting their fill and I receded into black bliss.