The action takes place during the Second World War.
Elizabeth is a recent medical school graduate from Boston who hopes to find her dream job, find a man she loves, have children and live a peaceful life. But her dreams are shattered the moment she...
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Adolf Hitler was about to pull the trigger when the gun was knocked out of his hand. But somehow he still fired. The bullet bounced somewhere on the wall of the building. My ears started ringing again as gunshots started echoing in the tiny room. Through the dust, I could barely see how several soldiers were helping their commander outside, and my captor, holding a machine gun in his hands and hiding behind the table, dragged me down as well.
I fell on my back, unable to stay on my feet anymore, and covered my face with my hands so that I could not see what was happening around me. However, my hands were pulled away from my head and an automatic weapon was placed in them. The man put the belt around my waist and fastened it tightly. Three cloth bags were tied to the belt with drawstrings.
"These bags contain three boxes of extra ammunition each," explained the soldier. "Don't waste them." He tied another, slightly larger cloth bag to the same belt and poked his finger into it. "This one has grenades. Do you know how to use them?"
"I'm paying," I said and nodded quickly. "I participated in all military exercises. Break the ring, throw a grenade and run as far as possible."
"Very good," he praised and nodded, looking at me intently. "As I said, save the ammo. Because now I'm going to get you out of here and help you escape. You will have to run west until you reach a town called Mateur. Don't set foot in that town. Just before it, you will see a large lake in the open field. A wooden house built from red boards stands by that lake. Before you find that red house, you'll be in a flat wasteland, so you'll see dug holes every fifty feet as you run. Hide in each of them and stay in them for two to about five minutes. In order not to lose time, count the seconds."
"Wait. How am I going to hide in those holes? After all, soldiers are usually hiding in them," I interrupted the guy's hasty explanation.
"That's why I told you to run west. There are no longer any German or other nations soldiers in those areas. You will have to run without even looking back." He continued to speak. "I'm arming you as a precaution. Armed deserters or partisans may be encountered along the way. They are not trained, so it will be a joke for you to hurt them to say the least. The main thing is not to get too close to them, as they will definitely be armed with more than just firearms. In close combat, they can outmatch you. Don't make any mistakes because I won't be around to save you."
According to his words, another wave of shots was heard. Instinctively, I covered my head with my hands again. My captor, now my rescuer, was also firing his machine gun. As he was shooting, I could hear the shouts of the soldiers, screams of pain, pleas for help and calls to move, bend, roll, crouch, shoot and all other commands. I don't know who was leading them, maybe they were giving orders to each other, I couldn't see anything.
I desperately fought the urge to stand and run to save the wounded.
It seemed like an eternity before the German soldier who was determined to save me from here shot everyone who tried to enter this building. Eventually everything calmed down. Perhaps the soldiers in his platoon decided to surrender or were ordered to stop shooting each other.
