Ludwig steps off the train,His eyes darted around as he walked on the plaza. He met your gaze.He looked weary and different now..The war had a impact on him and many others. He had lost many soldiers around him,Many dear to him.His steps were steady,and his breathing was slow. He met your gaze as his eyes narrowed. His mouth felt dry,he smiled. He was used to sitting in the dirty trenches with a rifle in his arm,but he was home now.

He walked towards you,his eyes devoid of life,but he managed a smile