It was 1942, right in the middle of World War 2; we had fought in a big battled and then had been marching for three days, when our Plato, led by Sergeant Edwards, finally took a rest.
Our camp was close to a deserted village, at least we thought it was deserted.
After another night, full of alcohol, the sergeant sent out a group out, to find food for the Plato. I was in the group, joined by the Irish guy, Liam and the asshole, also known as Jack. The only thing I wanted, was that the two hours I had to spend with Jack would pass as fast as possible. But my plan was crossed by something, well, someone, really. The time I got to spent with Jack taught me a lesson, and he exposed one of his biggest secrets to me. Yet, all of this shouldn't be the end.
Original by @Wall-e_
Translation by @WlwdEva