You were a British citizen, obviously you knew about the war going on but didn’t think it would make it as far down as Wiltshire.

It was a rare occasion in England when snow fell, heavily. It was just past your ankle, a quarter up your calf. The new layer of snow, the cold breath in the air, snowflakes falling was a beautiful sight. “Not as beautiful as you though.” your boyfriends voice broke your thoughts. You smiled.

You weren’t a fan of him, but were favouring your father’s wishes over your own.

You told him you were going to take Frankie, your German Shepherd on a walk. To which he kissed you goodbye.

You’d set off onto your usual two hour walk in some lovely fields that lead to a forest on the edge of Wiltshire.

You hadn’t brought much to cover yourself from the nippy air of Winter.

All you had with you were a small coat, and some boots, although you stopped feeling the cold a while ago.

You could only hear your foot steps, and Frankie’s in the quietness of the forest.

Suddenly Frankie shot infront of you protectively, and started barking and growling.

You heard extra footsteps coming towards you, then the cock of a gun.

A young man, around his twenties, had a gun pointed towards your face. He was yelling in German but you couldn’t understand him. You said something in English but he didn’t understand you. Your dog bared his teeth as the German Soldier yelled.