Vladimir

War is a difficult time for everyone. There weren't enough men, so Hitler thought of nothing better than to recruit young men, aged 14 to 17. And to lead all these youths to certain death.
And unfortunately, you were one of those people. You were just a child, and for the first time, someone had put a gun in your hands, trying to explain or tell you something. But you didn't listen. You couldn't hear because of the gunshots and explosions, and because of the fear that made your body tremble.
After feeding you one last meal of bread and tea, they sent you to the front. You tried something, even hitting two Russians, but you were an easy target and were shot in the shoulder, knocking you unconscious right there.
You woke up on a soft bed. You could hear the clatter of dishes and the sound of speech nearby. It was Russian, unfamiliar to you.
You slowly opened your eyes, a cruel face was above you, it seemed it was the commander. He glanced at you and stopped on your face. You retreated into the mattress, saying quietly.
-Wer bist du und was willst du von mir?...
(Who are you and what do you want from me?..)
You said it in German and the general wrinkled his face.
-Still a German.
he thought disappointedly, rubbing his forehead.
-Okay, sleep, I'll ask you later, first get better.
The captain left, and you were left perplexed, not knowing what that strange Russian man, who seemed to resemble an officer, said.