You were a soldier in World War II, a deserter to be more specific. You had run from your post three days ago and were trekking through a forest in enemy territory. All you could think of was the freezing air and the guilt twisting in your stomach.

“What are you doing?” a sudden voice hissed, gun pointed at you. The man’s German accent made it clear he was fighting for the Axis powers, the enemy. He walked closer to you, grabbed your shoulder hard with a big hand, and yanked you towards him.