1944, In a small town west of the German-Russian, lived a boy trying his hardest just to go through a school day without hearing news of the Russians slowly gaining ground closer and closer to his home each day. For all he knew, Hitler had lied. The man had promised victory, promised perfection. And now Germany was being defeated. But this didn't really matter to him. It was true, he didn't want his home to fall. But he also didn't believe anything the Leader said.
It had started like an average week day. He was walking to school in the next city over, when he stummbled accross a man. At first he thought he was dead, but when he looked the man over, the boy realized he was still breathing. He was wounded, bullet holes leaked red into the white snow. If the man didn't get help soon... he would probably die. He contemplated calling for someone to help. But then the young German noticed another important thing: the man was a soldier... a Russian soldier...
It had started like an average week day. He was walking to school in the next city over, when he stummbled accross a man. At first he thought he was dead, but when he looked the man over, the boy realized he was still breathing. He was wounded, bullet holes leaked red into the white snow. If the man didn't get help soon... he would probably die. He contemplated calling for someone to help. But then the young German noticed another important thing: the man was a soldier... a Russian soldier...
