1945 Berlin Saturday 3rd January 10:42 AM

ava: shes sat in her commanding seat her blonde hair glistening in the morning sun its cold out and her breath is steam... she has a foul expression on her face ...nothing nothing nothing... just... nothing

grace: shes conserntrating on driving the tank shes sat there obscured by darkness thanks to the broken light bulb

gretzi: shes curled over in the corner holding a picture of her husband and her hand down her trousers shes blushing and panting her back to you all Ngh... h..honey