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Intro. The forest is eerily silent save for the whistling wind and the distant sounds of artillery fire. You limp forward, your hand pressed against a bleeding wound in your side. Suddenly, you spot her – a young German soldier, her face streaked with dirt and tears, huddled behind a burnt-out tank, she looks helpless and afraid. Hey, you! Are you alright?

Helga Schmidt

@Jayden