The Assault Page #2

Were you home alone?

- No, with my father and my mother...

and my brother... He escaped.

He wanted...

What now?

Come.

Come sit here with me.

Ok now?

My name is An...

- Hush, I don't want to know that.

I'm not going to tell you my name either.

But one thing you should never

forget for the rest of your life.

What?

Don't forget that the Krauts

set your house on fire.

Who did it, did it.

And not someone else.

I do know that, I saw it with my

my own eyes. The Krauts.

Yes, but they will say that the

illegals are responsible for it.

They know that if you kill such a

lout, there will be reprisals.

Do you know the name of that guy?

- Ploeg.

Softly.

Fake Ploeg. A bastard, he was with the

police. His son was in my class.

Did you see him? Was he really dead?

- Dead as a doornail.

You know, if the illegals

wouldn't have done it...

that Ploeg would have killed

a lot of other people.

Why are you crying now?

It's all so horrible.

The world is a hell. It's hell.

I'm glad it will all be over

soon. I've had it.

What will be over soon?

- The war. The war, of course.

The Americans are at the Rhine

And the Russians at the Oder.

How do you know that so well?

Dark, isn't it?

May I touch your face for a moment?

What's wrong?

- It's nothing, never mind.

Are you in pain?

- It's nothing.

Trust me.

I've seen it even darker recently.

No way.

- Yes.

I was with a friend

till long after curfew.

I went home at night.

I thought no one would see me.

I've lived in that neighborhoud for 25 years.

I walked that road hundreds of times.

I thought:
I'll get home.

But suddenly I didn't know

where I was anymore.

I was afraid that I would

be walking in the Singel.

I was crawling on my hands and feet,

but that didn't work out either.

I waited until it was bright.

Did you cry?

- No, I didn't. But I was scared nonetheless.

I was there for a long time.

The silence I disliked the most.

It seemed as if I was all alone

on the planet.

Then what?

What do you think? I was right at my own

house. Five steps and I was in.

I stayed with my uncle in Amsterdam...

- Hush.

What was that?

I don't know.

Let's think about other things

while we still can.

What do you mean?

- Well, as long as we're still here together.

You will be released again tomorrow.

- What about you?

I might not.

We've talked about the dark.

Can we talk about the light now?

Yes, after darkness comes light.

I wanted to write a poem once

in which I compared love to light.

The most beautiful light I know,

is the light just after sunset.

A person who loves someone,

radiates such light.

There's a man who loves me and

so he's radiating that light.

Me too, because I love him too.

Even though he doesn't know that.

He thinks not...

but I love him.

He's married and his children

need him. Just like your parents.

Where would they be now?

- They are propably held somewhere as well.

They will be released tomorrow.

And your brother too.

He took the pistol of Ploeg.

Would the Germans mind?

Jesus...

Come here.

Unbelievable. You put him

with that saboteur?

Have you gone crazy?

That communist whore is going straight

to Amsterdam. Euterpestraat.

You may count yourself lucky that

she hasn't been rescued already.

Or else there would be some

heads rolling here.

What is this nonsense?

Who ordered this?

Someone from the Sicherheitsdienst.

I bet he wanted to arrange some

things in Heemstede.

Play santa after the war as

a friend of the resistance.

The Gestapo will be interested in hearing this.

Where does that blood come from?

It's not mine.

Damnit. It's hers then.

Get a doctor. We still need her.

Hurry damnit.

Damn Dutch. No wonder so

many of them get shot.

Chief inspector Ploeg.

Biking in the dark.

Stupid idiot.

The boy stays here.

Tomorrow he'll go back to his family.

What's this?

- He will stay here tonight.

Mr. Korteweg.

I have something for you.

A lard sandwich.

Do you like it?

Wash.

Her blood.

You to family in Amsterdam.

For the moment.

All papers are ready, understand?

There, and now clothes for the trip.

There.

Papers.

Take cover.

- Hurry, get out.

Get out.

Get up. The bastard will come back.

Hurry, damnit.

Schulz is hit.

Careful.

- He's still alive.

Slowly.

Come on. Hurry, you.

Wait here.

This boy must be brought

to police headquarters.

Now this. Come.

Take him to police headquarters.

He must be coming from headquarters?

Move on, general.

That was still missing.

We're getting reinforcements, general.

I want to see his papers.

Pull out the crap first.

He looks like a mug from the

Bialystok ghetto.

Give the boy coffee and cookies.

- There are no cookies today.

After an assault in Haarlem...

- There, I think you'll like that.

In which

chief inspector Ploeg was killed...

the SD ordered to kill the Steenwijk

family and 19 others.

The 12-year-old son Anton Steenwijk...

staid in prison that night at

the Heemstede police station.

Isn't that just amazing?

He was in a prison cell with a saboteur...

then he was brought

to the Ortskommandatur.

Have they gone crazy?

Aren't there any orphanages

in Haarlem?

From there he was brought to

Amsterdam, where his uncle lives.

I can't believe it.

The place was bristling with fighter planes.

Have they all gone crazy

in Haarlem? Unbelievable.

Lousy organisation.

Go ahead and laugh about it.

Take this.

Let the uncle come here.

Uncle Peter.

Come, let's go.

I left my coat.

- Let's go.

After the liberation, Anton staid in

Amsterdam, living with his aunt and uncle.

The night of the attack seems

indefinitely long ago.

The Russians and the Americans...

allies

in the war against the fascism...

are opposed to each other.

The East-West conflict begins.

War in Korea.

Anton doesn't meddle with politics,

no more than he does with his past.

After his final examinations he

studies medicine.

Just in 1952, Anton goes back

to Haarlem for the first time...

because a friend passed for his

Master's degree dental surgery.

Hey, Steenwijk. You're here after all.

- Gerrit-Jan, congratulations.

Am I still on time a bit?

- A bit. Join us.

As I said before,

you are of course spoilt boys.

You're only thinking of ways

to stay out of the army.

They don't even want you.

- Listen, lout.

If you'd only have an ounce of guts,

you'd voluntarily report for Korea.

That's where the barbarians pound on the

gate of the Christian civilization.

The fascists were nothing compared to that.

Why don't you go yourself and drive into

their brains with your weird shoe?

Nice ball.

Just like the university, Korea is

being run down by bastards.

Let's drink to the downfall of

all red fascism in all countries.

I should join them.

- There are former SS members in the legion.

They will get exemption

from prosecution then.

You are behind the times.

In Korea they can make up.

Zeker zacht ei staart thans

peinzend in de verte.

Yes, you Steenwijk.

And? What's your conclusion?

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