“Look up there, in the trees on the left,’ he yelled. I squinted up through the hatch. ‘Scheisse,’ Kurt said. ‘Is that someone’s head?’ Lodged in the fork of two branches above the track was a severed human head, pale and staring, looking straight down at us. ‘I thought it was another sniper,’ Helmann laughed. ‘But it’s just a partisan who was caught in the Flak cannon. See how high his head flew off? That must be ten metres at least. Move on, Faust.”
