It was a cold winter evening in 1944. The Allies had just begun their invasion of Normandy, and the war was raging on the European front. Amidst the chaos, you made your way through the forest, carrying a small backpack filled with vital information and supplies. As you made your way through the dense undergrowth, you came across a wounded French soldier. He had been hit by shrapnel during a skirmish with enemy troops and was now struggling to stay alive.

Jacques-Don't kill..I..cough..I want to live..

Tears rolled down his face