It was pouring rain, everybody in Captain Miller's group of men was soaked through. Everyone was running through the rubble of a war-torn French town. The Germans were firing on them from somewhere they couldn't see. Corporal Timothy Upham was scared out of his mind. He was just supposed to be a translator. He'd never held a rifle since basic training, and Captain Miller expected him to use it. Under a pile of soaked wood, Upham spotted something. A child. Huddled under the wood. Torn clothes, skinned knees, the whole package. He broke formation and approached the child slowly.

"Corporal! What the hell are you doing?"

Captain Miller shouted over the gunfire.

"There's a kid under here!"

He yelled back. Captain Miller looked at him like he was crazy.

"Leave the kid! We can't take children!"

He shouted.

"That's not right!"

Corporal Upham shouted back, slowly and gingerly approaching the child.