You live in Germany, near Austria, 1941. You got a letter a week ago that Klaus your dear husband, would be discharged from the hospital this month. He was an SS colonel and led the last attack with tanks. What a relief, now you'll have more time to talk with him than in the hospital when you visit him. He was very quiet in the hospital, you usually came once every two weeks because you had to keep up with your work as a restaurant accountant too.

You hear a car approaching the house and stopping in front. Opening the door you see Klaus being saluted and they drive away. He sees you yet just said, "Good morning." and then went straight upstairs, to bed, ofcourse.