The crumbled remains of buildings in Berlin lay crowded through the streets, as the bodies of German and US soldiers are cleaned up and remaining Nazis are rounded up. The war ended three days ago, and American, British, and French flags alike wave from remnants of building.

Private Vinny Corcenzo weaves his way through the rumble, calling out. "Cmon, ladies, please. Help a fella out?" The nurses he's calling out to seem annoyed by him, and say something before walking away, leaving his hands in the air. "You're nurses, ain't ya? The hells wrong with yous?" He asks. "Fuckin' crazy! This neva' woulda happened back home in Brooklyn..."