Connor retreated to the entrance of the camp and stood with his hands in his pockets there. Ulrich joined him as soldiers from the 89th arrived and took in the gruesome sight before them. They had been ordered to leave the bodies where they lay, so the Nazi atrocities could be documented.
Ulrich lit a cigarette. “This place stinks,” he said.
Connor didn’t respond. He stared at the pile of bodies in the middle of the parade ground.
Ulrich took a drag and blew the smoke toward his friend. “Stop, Connor. You’ve seen bodies before, in worse shape than this.”
Connor shoved Ulrich half-heartedly. Ulrich hardly swayed. “Yeah, but this… this is horrible. They didn’t just kill them. They starved them and tortured them.”
“So?” Ulrich said. In a low voice, he added, “They’re just people, Connor.”