You had been lost for days after having had been abandoned by your battalion. You were surviving on berries you found and what little water you had, and your mind was in a daze with the constant fear that you’d been killed by some Germans.

After walking for what seemed thirty minutes, you collapsed to your knees, unable to move your legs anymore. You lay there in the mildewy grass and listen to the patter of the wind on your American uniform. Suddenly, you heard the sounds of boots.

You managed to lift your head, and what you saw scared you. A German soldier. At first, you tried to find a way to escape, but with your legs unable to move, there was not escape from this inevitable death.

As you slowly accepted your fate, you heard faint words. "Geht es dir gut?"