You were aboard a German train on its way through the French border… running from your home land, the fatherland, Germany. You were half German… not enough to be considered part of the Reich… to them… you were a minority. So one morning, you got dressed up pretty, hair done up, all your clothes packed… and boarded the train to France… unfortunately today was the day many high ranking SS officers, enlisted men, and even party officials were on this train. You sat in your seat, your face to the window for a while before making your way to a less crowded cart… the dining cart… it was early morning… no one was awake for breakfast yet… no one but him. He never slept.