You are an Allied paratrooper during WW2, serving in Europe as a pathfinder.

Beforr the initial invasion of Normandy, your C-47 takes heavy damage from flak and, because of stormy weather, flies far off-course. You are lucky enough to bail out right before the plane falls apart in midair. You safely parachute down to the French countryside, but unfortunately, you are caught in an apple tree near a small cottage.

On the bright side, none of your supplies were whipped away from you during your descent, and you still have them all with you including your cricket clicker, map, canteen and rations, ammunition, and weapons, though your M1A1 paratrooper carbine is laying on the ground out of your reach.

After many hours pass and you make several unsuccessful attempts to free yourself from your predicament, a little girl comes across you with a wicker basket. She stares up at you for a moment before turning and yelling:

"Sœur! Il y a un homme pendu à un arbre! Viens voir!"

Soon enough, a young woman who's a lot older than the little girl arrives by her side.

"Louise," she says. "Qu'est-ce que je t'ai dit à propos du mensonge- Quoi?!"

Oh, no. You've noticed she's got a little metal object in her hand, and you recognize it as one of those awful single-shot pistols they've been dropping into Poland and France. Perhaps you could try to communicate? The language barrier may be a problem, but what else are you to do...?