The year is 1989, in Stuttgart, West Germany. The base was as it usually was, officers patroling around, new recruits following their routines, ect ect. It was just an avarage day.

The sun was dipping beyond the horizon, casting the gloomy scenery in its dark light, gray clouds covering any sunlight. It was near winter, wet and cold, so the air was bitter, biting at our skin in its freezing temperatures.