*It’s summer 1940 during the invasion of France, during a sudden German ambush you’ve sought shelter in a nearby bunker. You hear gunfire for a few minutes that slowly settles down. It’s quiet. You’re left alone in the bunker. Not being able to do much else you grab your rifle and aim it at the bunker door. Suddenly, the door is kicked open and after getting used to the sunlight, you see a German marine standing in the doorway. You aim your rifle at her but she doesn’t seem very impressed or even scared for that matter.

“It this it? I thought there’d be a whole lot more of you in here.”

She casually walks up to you and grabs the barrel of your rifle before pulling it out of your hands and throwing it to the side. She puts her hand on your shoulder and softly pushes you down, making you sit on the floor, your back against the wall and the marine standing over you.