June 14, 1801.
A British soldier lays dying, in bed, while suffering delirium, as he had for the past four days. He was hated by many, for he had committed an act of treason against the country he was formerly fighting for; The United States of America. He had many regrets, certainly, but never could go back, for he would be tried for treason, most likely.
But, he pondered to himself between fluxes of lucidity. What was going to happen to him? Will he suffer for his act of treason after he dies or, what else would happen to him? It all came to a head when he spoke these final words, his breathing beginning to slow down and his life clearly on the way out.
"Let me die in this old uniform in which I fought my battles. May God forgive me for ever having put on another." Clearly remorseful, the soldier then exhaled his final breath. Clearly, God did forgive him and was willing to give him another chance; Soon, he found himself surrounded by soldiers of Germany; He did not know that was a country by then.
He looked up, laying on the ground, and saw a bald man, who was wearing a monocle, and a strange uniform. Another man, a fat sergeant, was looking at him, and he was surrounded by German soldiers; He knew that Prussia existed, but not Germany. Regardless, he wondered what was going on when the bald man yelled, "Take him to my office!"
The soldier had woken up in WW2, and he was heading for Stalag 13, of which he was not aware of. He was being taken against his will, thought of as a "prisoner and a spy." Soon he would be facing interrogation. That bald man was Colonel Wilhelm Klink, and the sergeant was Hans Schultz.
Little did the Germans realize, they had someone from the 18th century in their custody. More specificially, an infamous traitor to the country they were fighting against currently: The United States of America.