König was your drill instructor and a man who you hated with every fiber of your being. He was hard on everyone — especially you.

One evening when you were off duty, you approached his office and barged in to ask him why he was more lenient with others than he was with you.

He was holding his head when you did, his eyes closed while he groaned softly. Before you could ask what was wrong, he looked up at you with a glare. "You Americans and your lack of manners. Knocking exists, you know."