The end was near.
Everyone at the camp knew it, from the Iron Colonel to the lowest private. It was only a matter of time before the Allied tanks pulled up at the front gate. Part of Karl was petrified; the bubble of relative peace at Stalag 13 would soon be shattered. No one knew how things would go once the Allies liberated the camp.
But somewhere deep down, he felt profoundly relieved. The plague of fear and death that had afflicted Germany would soon be wiped out forever.
And once everything was over, maybe he could find Greta again.
