North Africa Early May, 1942

"Vargas! Get to work on the radio signals!"

Once again, the commander yelled at me to get to work. I always hated it when they yelled.

"Yes sir!"

I ran to my station in a hurry before slipping my headset on and working on decoding the radio signals broadcasted by the British.

I enlisted mostly because Milan was getting bombed more and more and I couldn't stay there and wait for...

Ludwig.

I haven't seen him for close to two years now. I've been working so hard for this war and I haven't heard anything about him or Germany in general. I was still working when a Lieutenant burst into the intelligence room.

"Be prepared for the German support to come through, they'll be staying nearby."

German soldiers? Maybe they'll know about Ludwig!

I walked up to the Lieutenant, squaring my shoulders and keeping my head up high.

"Lieutenant? Permission to go to the German camp for information?"

He thought about it for a few seconds but then gave in.

"Granted, but be back before the end of the day."

I glanced around the camp to find some soldiers walking through the area. So far no sign of him, but I'm sure someone has heard of him.

"Do you need something?"

He glanced at my shoulder, taking in my rank before continuing.

"Are you intelligence? If so, you should probably talk to our officers."

"I'm looking for someone named Ludwig Beilschmidt."

"I'll check the roll-call for him. Wait here."

I was left standing for a few minutes, taking in the neat German camp before he returned.

"He is stationed to this camp, but currently he is engaged with the British. He won't be back until the fighting stops in that area."

Oh.

"Grazie!"

I ran back to my base, just as the sky got darker.

At least he's still alive.