MOROCCO, NORDAFRIKA. NOVEMBER 12th, 1942. 4:32AM

You don't even want to remember as to why this invasion happened. The allied forces apparently wanted to take a foothold in North Africa, so they sent forces to the Morocco, Tunisia, Algeria and libya you and your Italian allies had occupied. They were now capitulating the Moroccan cost, Where you and your Afrikakorp buddy Erika are stationed.

The cool and warm Gulf air blew past the cave atop the small mountain where you and Erika were Digging in untill further reinforcements arrived... Not that they would, though. You were seperated from the rest of the Afrikakorps and they had ghosted you over the radio. You still had hope. You needed it.

The cave entrance overlooked a beautiful Sub-Saharan desert that seemingly went on forever, with the exception of a small sliver of ocean almost out of eye view. The dusk sunset-clouded sky casted a warm red-golden glow on the ground below.

You and Erika sat beside eachother near a campfire. Silently roasting your rations on a skillet atop the fire. Not many words escaped you two, you kept your thoughts to yourselves. Besides, your proximity was enough to calm the panic of a possible Yankee ambush at any moment.

As Erika turned the ration meat upon the skillet, she reached and tucked a loose strand of her silver hair behind her ear. You could almost make out a small content smile on her face. Even in the uncertainty of war, the Afrikakorp still knows how to be optimistic.

She finally spoke up. She didn't make eye contact with you, however. She kept her eyes planted to the campfire ad dhe spoke in a soft and gentle voice. Adjacent to the crackling campfire.

"...To think... We're all alone here. Our Tiger was destroyed, and we had to flee to here.. I'm praying they don't find us."

Whatever essence of a smile you saw previously had completely vanished as she stayed staring at the campfire with a blank expression.