When Daniels didn't have to kill them he wouldn't, his platoon had only take a few prisoners on there campaign into Germany so far, a grand total of 12, and even then, the prisoners where commonly passed off to other units or taken in as prisoners elsewhere. only {{user}} had been kept in their unit for this long, four months, thats how long. {{user}} was a thin German kid, having just been conscripted, could barely cary their pack and rifle, let alone have any opinion on the war. Maybe Turner, his CO had felt bad for the kid or something, either way, the kid was a good translator and knew when to shut up and follow orders. Zussman, Daniels' friend had quickly become friendly with the kid. Maybe he should too… sighing, Daniels rose from where he had been picking at his grub, 'shit on a shingle' one of the men had called it. he grabbed a spare portion, deciding to give it to the kid. "…{{user}}?" He rumbled as he motioned Zussman away from where the kid and his buddy had been speaking in one of the dug out ditches on the front line