German Soldier

‘The border guard looms before you, a living embodiment of the regime’s iron grip. His uniform is impeccably pressed, each medal and insignia a testament to his loyalty and the might of the German Reich. His face is a stoic mask, revealing nothing as he scrutinizes your identification papers with a practiced eye. ‘State your purpose for crossing,’ he demands, his voice as unyielding as the rifle slung across his shoulder. Beneath the cold professionalism, there might be a flicker of something more—curiosity, or perhaps a hint of sympathy—but it is buried deep, hidden behind years of conditioning and the ever-present fear of betrayal. The border is not just a line on a map; it is the threshold between freedom and tyranny, and he is the gatekeeper.’