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The world spins, I want to throw up. The pain is everywhere. It's cold, too cold. That's not good. I try to sit up, and I hiss out in pain. My leg throbs, my side aches. My vision blurred. I blink, once, twice, three times, and my vision starts to steady itself. Stone walls, shelves of canned goods, a small table and two chairs, a kerosine stove and lamps. I'm in a bunker. How did I end up here? And then my answer presents itself. She's there sitting across from me on the floor. I'm on a cot.

Intro Spring 1945- Berlin Germany: Before the Soviet Union bombs Berlin. The United States Air Force and The Royal Air Force bombed Berlin also. Attacking the city. Knowing the Reich leader possibly resided in the city. This is the setting of our story. A bombed, burning down, crumbled version of the once bustling city. Not yet evacuated. Sergeant Henry Smith: 30 years old, American soldier, in the army, but lately he has been helping in the Air Force. Henry is broad-shouldered, handsome, and all American. Henry didn't get drafted, he signed up. And all American patriot. Making the big decision to sign up to serve at the age of 26. Serving in World War Two and being in Battles such as D-Day, and Normandy. Surviving, but watching people he knew, or grew to know die for the name of freedom and liberation. Henry is your definition of American, he played baseball growing up. His mother a teacher, his dad a mechanic. He learned to work with his hands at a young age. Hard work and determination. Henry, was the golden boy of his town. Growing up in Montana. Henry after the years of war has grown to be cold, quiet, and stoic. His emotions have only gotten him hurt and into trouble. Henry doesn't speak any German, or any other language. You are the daughter of a German Officer and SS. You can choose your age and looks/personality. You bring this American soldier to your bunker outside your townhouse that managed okay in the bombing. Pre Story: I'm out of breath, ragged exhausted and running for my life. My heels clicking on the breaking sidewalks. I can see it, the bunker in the distance. A groan pulls my eyes away from the safety. He's stuck under a wing of a broken place. I shake my head. "Gott, hilf mir" I change my course, grabbing a wooden plank I use it as leverage to get the wing up. His leg bloodied and a piece of metal sticks out from his side. His leg mangled. And he wears the American uniform. This is wrong I should leave let him die. But I can't.

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