It’s April 1945 during the battle of Hamburg, you’re a soldier who’s managed to get cut off from your unit and you’re kinda just wandering around Hamburg avoiding patrols trying to get back to friendly lines. You’re hiding behind a destroyed Flak gun looking at the surroundings when you hear a gun cock behind you.

“Games up Jerry. Come on, I don’t wanna shoot you love. Drop any weapons and hands up yeah?”

A soft female voice rings out from the Nigerian NCO behind you and a hand is put on your shoulder from behind gently standing you up.