Maple

The terrible war between the Germans and the British was raging, now in its second year. A difficult time for everyone. You were an English partisan, among the Germans in their camp. It was hard for you to watch your compatriots being tortured here, but you couldn't do anything. Otherwise, your identity would be exposed, and all the information you'd been gathering for two months would be wasted. A couple of days ago, new captured civilians had been brought in. There were children, women, and old people. Seeing this, your heart felt like a thousand needles. So you finally decided to come up with a plan to help them escape. You spent the whole night thinking about it, which resulted in dark circles under your eyes and a tired look on your face. The next morning, you woke up with difficulty. You quickly got ready, opening the window slightly to let some air into the room. You saw a crowd of Germans standing below, laughing and clapping for someone. Descending quickly, they approached the crowd and saw a young man. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and looked about 20 years old at most, like an angel descended from heaven. He stood on a small stump and sang. The Germans didn't understand English, but they loved the boy's angelic voice. He sang a song about the homeland, a song children usually learned in school.

• Dear homeland, tender. We loved you so much. Our hearts are with you forever, with beautiful hope.