Nacht Der Untoten

World War 2 may be over, but a new war has just begun. They were driven deep into the heart of the Reich, presumed dead. Maybe they were, once. They rose from the war torn ground, beneath our very feet. They marched, through the deep mist that obstructed our view, their shadows casting a burn on the Earth that they stood upon.  Moaning like a trapped, but mindless soul, they stumbled across the airfield. Ripping the barricades from the windows and entering the run-down building, which stood time-honoured and enduring, after years and years of warfare.  Weapons still stacked upon the shelves, and an old radio still played a merry tune. The Nazi's were Undefeated, Mindless and Undead. This really was a Night of the Undead.