[ WP ] At the end of your life , the Grim Reaper sends the necessary equivalent force needed to claim your soul , the more dangerous you are , the more force they send . As you look out your house , you see the German 6th Army staring back at you .

Wish I had more time to write this. It came out terribly, I'm sure. 
 
 
 The rumbling of heavy machinery, and footfals of thousands of coordianted men resounding in the street in front of your rural home. You sigh, and brush a heavy black curtain away from the window to peek outside. 
 
 Unsurprisingly, there is ineed an army organized outside your house. Bewildered, you soon discover that this is no ordinary army. This is the German 6th Army - part of the `` Wehrmacht''! The very army that commited war atrocities that shall not be spoken of, and even greaty miltiary merits and campaigns in the west during World War II! Supposedly numbering 246,000 men strong. 
 
 But, you were expecting this. You frown slightly, and take a sip from your mug filled with black liquid, and you let out a sigh and the hot liquid warms your soul, and then you smile. You knew this was coming. You knew the reaper would be sending a force to take your soul. 
 
 
 
 After all, this would be his third attempt. Taking another swig of your coffee, brewed to perfection, and open your door. Donned in naught but your crimson bath robe and fuzzy slippers, you swing your front door open to be greeted with none other than Friedrich Paulus, and Walther von Reichenau, the very generals of the army itself. Four heavily armed and uniformed men stood at their sides and rears, and getting a better look, you realize artillery has been set up in the neighbors yards and beyond, all focused on your humble abode. 
 
 Before you are able to speak a greeting, one of the generals bellows at you from your dinggy little `` WELCOME'' mat. 
 
 `` We are here to take your soul by Order of THE REAPER!'' General Friedrich screamed at you. The other General merely nodded in agreement. 
 
 
 
 It seems even the Wehrmacht had their own forms of civility before resorting to military force. You grunt, clearing your throat and swing your door open even wider, your white porcelain mug in one hand as you outstretch the other, gesturing the men inside. 
 
 `` Surely we can speak of this inside, like men?'' you offer. 
 
 The two generals look at each other form the sides of their eyes, hesitant, as if asking one another `` What do we do?'' and so, for the first time, General Walther speaks. 
 
 `` We are only here to procure the soul of a vile wretch who the Reaper himself deems worthy of the Sixth Army's might! We will not be tricked!'' 
 
 `` Trick? By one unarmed man?'' you scoff and mutter under your breath ``..I guess even the great German Military has insecurities..'' 
 
 At this remark, General Friedrich goes red in the face, his temple vein gorging with blood at his grits his teeth and growls at you 
 
 `` The Might of Germany fears none! Not even one man! Come Walther, we shall prove that his man has no chance against us and he will see reason to surrender his soul!'' 
 
 General Walther looks cautiously from side to side, and then sighs, resigning to his collegue's wishes. Both men take off their caps and step inside your home. The first thing they do is scan the room. 
 
 It is a plain living room, furnished albeit with common colors of brown and gray, nothing to write home about, but it was your home. The wood floors creaked slightly beneath their well polished military boots, and then the two men stopped abruptly. 
 
 `` Let my men in here, as well, or else we shall lay siege to the house immediately!'' General Friedrich demands. 
 
 
 
 `` But of course, I would deny no guest entry to my home.'' Smiling, you gesture for the other four nameless rank and file soldiers into your home. They nod and walk in, rifles slung across their backs. 
 
 
 
 After all men are inside, for the first time, and simultaenously, they close their eyes and take a breath in, from their nose. Their eyelids flutter as you walk past them, and you pull out chairs accordingly. 
 
 
 
 `` I apologize,'' you say `` for I do not have enough seats for all of you at the table, but please make yourself comfortable upon the couches and chairs.'' At once, all of the men snap awake and alert again, regaining their military posture and look at you, and then their seats. 
 
 
 
 The two generals take chairs at the table, along with one soldier. As the other three men take seats at the couch and recliner, you take this oppourtunity to open one of your cupboards where you are promptly met with the sound of a gun being unholstered and cocked to your head. 
 
 `` What do you think you are doing?! Put your hands away from the cabinet this once!'' the soldier who had sat at the table had gotten up soundlessly and moved behind you. Slowly, you smile, slightly irritated. You beging to explain as you put your hands in the air 
 
 `` I am only reaching for dining wear, it would be rude not to serve my guests.'' 
 
 `` I will be the one grabbing the dining ware! Hands away from the cabinet!'' The solider nearly yells. 
 
 `` As you wish, I will back away'' 
 
 And after doing so, the soldier throws open your wooden cabinet and finds the glass mugs there, and inspects each one before putting it on the table before you and the generals. General Friedrich speaks up; 
 
 `` You had better not be tricking us, the Reaper will have your soul today.'' 
 
 `` I assure you, General, there is nothing to be afraid of here. I wish to discuss matters on my soul with you fine men, that the Reaper himself entrusted this task to.'' 
 
 `` Very well. Soldier! Ready the cups, we shall see what this man has to say.'' Cautiously, the solider puts out a mug for every person in the room, even the men at the living room table. 
 
 `` May I grab the coffee and serve everyone, so we may begin?'' you ask, eyebrows perking up into an almost apologetic look. 
 
 `` Very well.'' Friedrich seems to be interested in what you're having to say, while General Walther sighs and slumps in his chair, accepting of whatever is happening at the time. You stand up and walk to the counter, where your freshly brewed pot of coffee awaits. You grab the pot and begin to serve everyone, first the generals, then the soldiers, and then yourself. Each man gets a look of happiness when the aroma of the black liquid hits their nostrils. 
 
 Smiling happily, you sit down and sigh, relieved that your coffee has been served and ready to drink. 
 
 `` Drink it first, or are you planning to poison us, hm?'' General Walther spoke to you, his eyes boring into your own. 
 
 
 
 `` Ah, yes, of course!'' You reply back, smiling as you grip your mug by the handle and take a small drink, the course hot liquid wonderfully searing against your tastebuds before you place the cup down and `` ahh!'' in bliss. 
 
 Satisfied, all other men take a drink. 
 
 Their eyes go wide, they stare into the cup and become bewilidered, suddenly taken by a frenzy, they take another drink, and another. Before you know it, each man has downed their coffee in a few minutes, and a look of content of and happiness rests upon their veteran faces. 
 
 `` So tell me, friends, what is it we have come to discuss today? The taking of my soul, was it not?'' At this remark, each man snaps back to reality, albeit reluctantly. 
 
 `` Ah yes, of course, but first, may I have another cup of coffee?'' General Walther asks, still holding his mug in his hands, as if cherishing the fading warmth of the liquid that heatened the cup. 
 
 `` My apologies, General, but I am afraid you two are here on important business, so I would not want to trouble you with wasting more time.'' You smile and offer a rejection, as you look at the solider in the living room, who cast their gazes downard, as if in dissapointment and sadness. Suddenly, a crash on your table grabs your attention. 
 
 `` NONSENSE!!'' Shouts General Friedrich as he slams his fist upon the table. `` We can speak of souls and such later! As your guest, I demand another cup of coffee!'' 
 
 Your eyes widen, and you smile, `` If the General demands it, it shall be done.'' Immediately the entire house takes on a different aura, one of happiness and camraderie. You make another pot, and another. Soon you start talking of things unrelated to souls and reapers, instead, of family and women and the world. 
 
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 The sun sets, a myriad of colors paints the sky as your front door opens, and uniformed men begin to step outside the door. 
 
 You smile as you shake each man's hand, and gesture them warmly out the door. 
 
 `` You are always welcome to stop by again for some coffee, you know where I live.'' You wave as you see the backs the men leaving, only General Walther lingers for a moment, where you hear Walther mumble something under his breath: 
 
 ``..damn good cup of coffee.'' 
 
 As I said, wish I had more time to write this. Proof reading and such. Also, I knew nothing g of the German 6th Army before I wrote this, so put me on a stake and burn me if you must, because I'm sure I got something wrong about the language or generals. Just felt inspired to write for this WP, even though I've never written one before.
