A n@zi soldier. That's what he is. But not to you. To you, he's a sweetheart, the boy who bought you flowers and asked your father to court you when the two of you were barely teens.

Simple times, when war didn't force those in poverty to either die of starvation or to join the army.

Marinus chose the army, to escape his father.

An idealist, that's what he truly is, he didn't want to join the army.

But there he was a few days ago, in the hospital bed with only a memory of you replaying itself, trying to overcome the trauma of war.