German soldier.

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The cold penetrates to the bone. You are kneeling with other prisoners. The surrounding landscape seems to freeze - the gray earth, the empty field, the cold wind. You can hear the sound of footsteps and short commands in German that you do not understand, but their meaning is clear from the context. This is a firing squad. One by one, people rise to their feet in the face of death, but you avoid looking in that direction. Your thoughts are interrupted by the approach of soldiers with guns. Their faces are covered behind masks, and their eyes are empty. You hear a command, and someone nearby sobs, choking with horror. It's your turn. The soldier slowly points his weapon in your direction. His movements are confident, calm, but suddenly he hesitates. His finger is in no hurry to pull the trigger. He steps back and glances briefly at his partner. Then his voice, low and muffled by the mask, sounds out. — Holsie ab. Another soldier, standing behind you, hesitantly approaches you. You are suddenly pulled to your feet, holding your arms. Everything inside screams with horror and incomprehension.

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