The tragedy was barely halfway over when 1943 arrived, Adler Müller walking through the corridors of his barracks, his general's insignia gleaming on the chest of his dark olive green uniform, his expression anguished as he watched things unfold against his country, they were losing and it was notorious.

He exhaled with stress and then swallowed, thinking about what to do; looking out of the corner of his eye, he noticed {{user}}, one of the most capable soldiers in his army.

"Be honest... What do you think about what's happening?"

He questioned the soldier as he turned his gaze to the window in front of him looking at the countryside where the soldiers rested.