Aldbourne England,

September 30th, 1943

Night fell over the countryside there and I was walking out of the hospital and over to the nurse's apartments that were on the street down a bit. I could feel the cool air coming through the night sky as I wrapped my now jacket I was wearing around my arms and waist now and my long hair was back in its down messy braids and down the back. I had no real heart to cut my hair again since it felt so right and so real to wear it down and along, how my mother liked it the best. I missed my mother, it was hurting more and more as I knew that she died some time ago from cancer and there was nothing else we could do. I wondered if she would be proud of me and what I have accomplished. I only had my older father and two siblings, both younger and were twin boys who seemed to look up to me. I missed them the both, the twins Franklin and Noah.

Some soldiers were walking to and fro now on the street, pairs and trios were talking together and I was just fine walking on my own. I didn't mind the silence, the loneliness that would come since most of the time the nurses would talk together about the gossips of war and the men in them. I was never like them, more like a lone wolf really who didn't seem to mind listening to music on my own in the common room or even think to myself about what was going on at home with my brothers and father. I knew it was hard for him to let me go into the war, I was their only daughter and the eldest in the family, but I also knew that I had a mission to help those in need and make sure I was going to serve my country well.

"Give us another one, come on Luz!" I heard some soldiers across the street from me now, having me slow my walk now and look to see who it was. I recognized a few of them abacus of Joe, and how I knew he hung out with. Since I treated his hand, I would see him from time to time walking with his fellow Easy men as they were going through training, having me look after him as he walked back the hospital walls and went on with his days. Sometimes I would think I would see him look at me too when I wasn't look back at him, when I would do paperwork and he would peer in through the window for a second or so before walking on. I thought he would, but it must have been my mind playing tricks on me.

But there he was, with some of his friends as he was chuckling from another accent that one of his friends was doing, using his hands and making a face as he did this.

"Make sure that line is prime condition!" The ma said in a clear accent that sounded so strict and thick, the others laughing from his joke and they were nudging him with their shoulders. I watched with a small smile on my face from seeing how they were acting to each other, but then I saw Joe looking over at me and I instantly looked away from him and walked a bit faster, thinking I looked like an idiot in front of him now and wanting to hide from him. It made me look like I was pining after him and wanting him to look at me, so teenager of me really.

"Hold on a second!" I stopped and looked over, seeing him jog across the street with a small smirk on his face now. He looked just the same as I saw him last when he had a busted hand, a smile appeared on my lips as we stood next to each other on the sidewalk and others were walking past us now. I was still in my uniform with my jacket over me and he was in his own combat gear now, his brow hair short and flowing with the chilly wind.

"Hi," I breathed to him now as he grinned at me.

"Hi," he replied back, shoving his hands behind him like he was trying to be proper, "I didn't see you for a second there and I wanted to come by and say hi."

"I don't mean to keep you from your friends," I tried to reason with him, but he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Nah, it's fine. We were just foolin' around is all," He explained to me, a cocky smile was back on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I was trying to avoid doing the same with him, looking at him up and down and notice how handsome he looked in his uniform. I then motioned to his hand.

"How's the hand?" I asked him, seeing him pull it out from behind him and show it to me between us. There was a thin line of stitches, perfectly placed, on the wound and a scar was clearly coming in on the skin and I smiled.

"Doesn't give me a bother anymore, and I can say in full honesty this is the best stitching that I have ever had," He said to me, like a compliment as I waved him off.

"You don't have to flatter me." I said to him.

"No, I honestly mean it. How did you do it like that?" He asked me, pointing to his stitched hand and I shrugged my shoulders then since I had no real reasoning behind it.

"I've done it more times than I can count I guess," I replied back to him, hearing nothing between us for a moment or two like we were analyzing each other and seeing what the other was like. He then sighed, having me see his breath in the cool air escape through his lip but appealing lips now.

"So, where are you off to by yourself?" He asked me.

"Back to my common room since I'm done for the night, but I'm leaning on more of a walking through the town," I explained, shifting a bit to get warmth back in my back now and my arms.

"By yourself?" He asked me, having me cocky an eyebrow at him now.

"You think I'm not safe by myself?" I asked him, almost like a challenge really.

"God no, of course not," he replied, seeing him how I was challenging him and my own sense of safety. Joe chuckled then, "I was just curious as to who would want to walk alone?"

"Gives me time to think I guess," I explained to him thoughtfully. He then chewed his bottom lip for a moment and then took a step towards me now, being a bit bold on his part and having me watch his movement like I was ready for him to make some kind of strike on me.

"Want company?" He asked me, having me look at him in shock.

"You want to walk with me?" I asked him back with another question. He just shrugged and nodded his head.

"Why not?" He replied back.

"I don't think I'm up to par with entertainment compared to your friends," I admitted to him now as he looked back at his friends who were about to turn the corner and walk out of sight. He looked back at me now with a small grin on his and a twinkle in his eye.

"Naw, I think you're entertaining enough. Besides, I never got to tour the town anyways and you can show me around anyhow," He answered me back, having me again feel a sudden flutter in my chest, like my own heart was about to have a heart attack and convulse within me without me having the power to stop it. I nodded in agreement, and we started to walk again down the road side by side, soldier and nurse, and it felt very peaceful.

"So you've never seen the west coast?" Joe asked me as we were sitting together out near one of the rolling hills that were going to stretch into the countryside, the darkness of the light was slowly melting away to show that morning was coming, indicating that we have been talking for what seemed to be like minutes but it was nearly almost all night, hours coming and going like the leaves on a wind blow and we were just talking about each other and our lives up until we came to the army.

"Not once, but we do have an ocean to look at over in D.C., or close enough to where I was living," I reassured him, seeing him shake his head in almost a disappointed manner.

"That is nowhere near the same of as the West Coast. The surf there, the ocean looks beautiful with the sun setting over the waves," Joe said to me and having me chuckle.

"Like our ocean is any different," I joked wit him now.

"I think it is, nothing beats the West Coast ocean, my friend," he replied back to me now, having me fall silent and look ahead at the countryside and how the sun was going to come up soon and it made me smirk.

"I think we have been talking all night," I commented to him.

"Didn't feel like it to me," He replied back, staring back at me now with a tilt to his head and having me smiled back at him as he rearranged his sitting stance there on the bench and cracked his knuckles with his thumb.

"So, as of how much I know about you: you're the oldest of three siblings, born and raised in Washington D.C., you've been studying medicine since you were 18 years old so that makes you a bit of a pro, and you like coffee more than anything else you care to confess to a stranger like me," He explained, taking a deep breath, "Not to mention you like classical music and you know German. I can fully say, you're a bit of a full deck of curiosity, miss Georgiana."

"Why thank you," I thanked him, seeing his smile get big bigger now, "And you're from San Francisco, oldest of 6 from a big Jewish family and you love comic books and along with music and having a beer or two."

"I know, I'm pretty reckless," He commented about himself, the both of us cracking up with grins now as I moved my strands from my eyes and I could see midnight blue in the sky becoming light and clearer as the minutes were going by.

"You know, I've never done this before," I said to him, seeing him look over at me as I went on, "You know, talking to someone I barely met some time ago all night about everything and anything you can possibly imagine."

"It's a first for me, well, a first for me talking to a pretty girl like you," He commented back to me, having me try not to blush there from how smooth he was and how he was talking like he was some kind of pro.

"Do you talk like this to all the girls you meet?" I had to ask him that since it was a pondering thought for me.

"Eh, only the ones who hold my attention, which is a very small number if I do say so myself," He explained to me softly now.

"I'm glad to be in that number then," I said hesitantly to him now as he grinned back at me, that grin for some reason that going to be something I was never going to forget and always remember. I sighed, looking out at the countryside again and I knew I would have to leave soon, much to my dismay as I got up from the bench that we were sitting at.

"I need to head back to my apartment before I get in more trouble," I explained to him as he got up too and twisted his back to have it pop and crack,"Aren't you going to be in trouble for being out all night with a nurse?"

"If my friends know anything about me, it's to keep their traps shut about me coming and going," Joe replied back to me as he ruffled his short brown hair from his lanky face and eyes.

"Even if means you being out with me?" I pondered with him some more.

"I don't think they care, and they won't talk a whole bunch anywho." He explained as we were staring at each other now with a moment of silence in the middle of us. A part of me never wanted to leave that bench where we chatted: joking about our parents and past, pondering about why we came to the army and signed up, and what our childhood was like. We grew to know each other quite quick within hours now and it felt like mere minutes, and I wanted more of it.

"Maybe we can do this again something, you know? Just you and me chattin'?" He asked me in wonder and with a sense of hope there. So it wasn't just me wanting to meet again and I grinned at him ear to ear. I felt very happy to know I made a new friend that was both not a female and not a pester.

"I would love that."

Buchenwald Concentration Camp

February 23rd, 1945

6:35 am

Goddamn it, not again. I was awoken to another rousing set of horns going off in the speakers love us on the fences, having em squint in pain as I was trying to get my cold joint back in the warmth that they needed. Our barracks were far too cold that night, having me think that I was doing to freeze to death in my sleep. Since I was the only female in the Goddamn Camp and just the given circumstance, I was having my now room in the barracks and the rest of the POW men were in the room next to mind, huddling together for warmth and were each other's blankets. I was not allowed over there, not anymore since they thought I was going to be too friendly with the other POW's and they wanted to protect me as I stretched and hopped out of bed before I knew they were going to barge in and yell at us to move faster.

I grabbed my boots, placed my freezing feet in and felt the pain of my feet that were on the verge of having a frostbite there against the crude and broken leather, my dirty as hell combat jacket that was on loan for me and my pants that they gave me were almost feeling like cardboard now as I walked over to the window to see what was going on and which guard was going to come and fetch us. But no one came out, having me worry for a second.

Something was wrong.

I bolted to the men's room now, seeing most of them were already up and moving around. I started counting, knowing that there were 30 men in this room, 30 men who were huddled together in a room that was only fit for 15 men. They all looked like skeletons in front of me, but I knew I was looking the same if not worse now as I was two people short. There were only 28 men in here and I recounted again, feeling my heart stop and panic.

2 were missing. Shit.

"Herauskommen! Kommen alle! (Out! Come out all of you!) Someone was yelling at us from the front of our barracks on the other side of the fence that was holding us in there. I looked out to see who it was when I saw several officers were there, coming out with someone behind them and their handsfree bound.

"Junge? (Young one?)" I looked over at Charles, seeing him look at me in confusion since he had an idea that I was about to panic and scream in fear. He watched me as I asked him now the infamous questions on my lips.

"We're missing two….two of us are gone…" he looked white as a sheet now as I said this to him, looking behind me as the other men were catching on to what was going on. If POW's were missing in the barracks, then we would get in trouble and interrogated until we told them where they were.

"Jetzt draußen! (Out now!)" One of the officers came in out with a gun pointing at all of us now as we were being filed out one by one into the snow that was in the open. It was freezing almost below zero as it felt like it as I was walking out behind Charles and we were taken over to the front of the fences, seeing through that there was the head officer in charge of our barracks and he was looking area and looking at each of us with a death stare, the same stare I knew he would have before he would kill someone that he did not like.

Shit.

"Last night, two of your own decided to try and escape our facility without our knowledge," He said to me in his German accent, his voice cutting through the snowy morning as we were shivering against the fence and watching him see what he was going to do, "However, they were caught before they could even cross the river. Now in the past, we would ask who knew of this and we would shoot those who knew…on sight between the eyes."

Charles grasped my hand in his, the two of us holding our ground and I was fearing that it was going to be the worst. The officer then looked behind him and motioned to someone else far away from us in the iteration building with his two fingers. Two more officers and two men with bags over their heads were walking over in our direction as all we could do was look in horror now.

"These men then tried to reassure us that none of you knew of their plans, and they pleaded to us not to have anyone one of you be punished for their crime." The offer informed us as they two hooded soldiers were now placed in front of him, facing us now and they were placed on their knees in the snow. Oh God, they were going to make us watch this like many times before and we had no choice. I was still trying to get used to this, get used to this kind of life I was living in and trying to survive as he then looked at the two figures now with a cocked head to the side and small smile on his lips.

"As you all know, we try to make sure you all have all you need to survive, to get by day by day, since it is against the law for us to act wrongfully against you," He said to us as he was still watching the two captives there in the snow and how I could see them shivering there with their pants being soaked from the snow and the water along with the chilly morning on their backs.

"We are required by law to protect you…to feed you and clothe you…to keep you alive, thanks to the Geneva Convection that we signed as country…but you still disbelieve in us and call us monsters…such a disgrace for us." he said in such a mocking manner as he then motioned his head once, the two officers behind the two captive removed the hoods for us to see their faces. I knew them and my heart broke again, one American POW and another Australian POW and they looked petrified then and there now. I could see fresh bruises and cuts on their lips and over their eyes now, they were beating them while they were brought back and I could feel their pain, their fear, and their last breaths now as the officer cocked his luger in his hand now.

"We do not take to breaking out of our facility lightly, and it must be seen as a punishment like the other prisoners on the other side of that fence," I looked to where he was pointing, seeing the monster fence that was there, separating us from the ones whom they were killing every day.

The Jews.

I heard one gunshot go off, having me flinch as the sound of a body hitting the snow in a heap and I felt as though I could scream in pain and agony. I looked back in front of my, the Australian POW was killed and was now dead in the snow. I knew his name, he went by Bradley and he was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. If I still believed, in which this case I was about to hate God, Charles explained earlier when we first met that God took souls with him to heaven when they died here. I thought Bradley was safe, he had to be now as the officer pointed his gun to the American POW. To Trevor. Trevor was shaking now as he closed his eyes and I saw him mutter to himself. He was praying.

"Charles…" I said to him in a broken manner as Charles nodded head.

"I hear him….he's asking God for forgiveness so his soul is saved." Charles explained to me under his breath now as the officer cocked his gun and was about to shoot. I prayed again, yet I thought it was a lost cause.

Spare him God. Take him home with you.

The gun went off and Trevor fell down dead. Where was God?