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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I heard footsteps coming from above. The blond soldier will soon descend as well and take me somewhere again. I suddenly felt grateful to him. After all, he could have left me on that road when the shooting was going on, he could have run away alone and not even cared about saving my life. And why do I keep trying to be so righteous? Why do I condemn all soldiers for killing each other? After all, I myself have killed a person, even if not by my own will. And besides, there is a war going on. Human deaths during this period are a natural thing. Even if it is completely unjustified.
"What's your name?" I asked the blonde German soldier who had just landed. He pointed his flashlight at me and I covered my face to hide from the pale light shining into my eyes.
"What's the difference to you?" he retorted harshly and gritted his teeth. His jaw tightened.
"Well, I thought, if you already save me and you know my name, I should know yours too," I stated and shrugged my shoulders. I still held my flashlight in my other hand and its light illuminated the path in front of me. Although it wasn't even a road.
In front of us was a rocky opening about fifty meters high and twice as many centimeters wide, with a furrow at the bottom. Dark, dirty water was flowing in that bed, and debris of various sizes could be seen.
"Sewer," I muttered under my breath and sighed impatiently. "Great."
"This is not a sewer."
"And what?" I asked and squinted. I sniffed the air, but I didn't smell anything like a sewer smell. No smell of slurry or feces. Well, unless it was just the smell of sulfur mixed with something else I couldn't identify.
"Old mines." The soldier shot back briefly. "Be glad that there are such tunnels at all, through which we can escape. You should feel grateful that Toby is pulling your girlfriend out of trouble. If it weren't for him, you would be three meters under the turf."
"Will you tell me your name?" I asked, trying to change the subject, although I admitted in my heart that this man was right, but my question was not answered.
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I followed the soldier in front of me with the pale light of the flashlight. We walked through that furrow where the water was sooty. It was up to our shins and my shoes were completely soaked. Apparently, Tobi's accomplice in escaping from the war had no idea that his shoes were also covered.
That's how it should be - after all, he's a soldier. Soldiers are used to traveling in difficult conditions, accompanied by various weather conditions. Only for me it was a bit of a challenge. Because if the army battalion was transferred to another place, the military medics were transported by cars or flown by airplanes, so we got to the new place faster than others. And it was not uncommon to experience unfavorable travel conditions.
