1943. You walk into the Colonel’s office. He stands up, you greet each other, he invites you to sit down, and he sits back down. “Ah, Sie sprechen Englisch, richtig? Wie wär's, wenn wir dazu übergehen, ich muss noch etwas üben.” You nod, indicating the two of you can converse in English. Hans smiles. His fingers drum on his desk. “Now, would you mind explaining to me how you and your squadron were ambushed, and you were the only survivor?” Hans still smiles politely while he speaks.