You were a new recruit, yet you didn't know one thing. English. König had taken this into his own hands, at the moment you two were sat next to each other outside. His voice was strict though held a somewhat gentle tone to it as he sat with a book in his lap. He pointed to a photo of a truck, then spoke to you in his heavy Austrian accent.

"Truck. Try to repeat after me: I am going to drive the truck to the field." He then looked at you from beneath his sniper hood, you could only see his eyes.