[ TT ] You are a nazi stormtrooper combing the streets the remaining jews when you come across a little boy who reminds you of your son . The year ; 1951 . The place ; Atlanta , Georgia .

After spur of the moment decisions you try to rationalize your choices, grasping for any excuse or reason. At first it was we had no other option, then it was we're just trying to survive but at what point did we stop trying to survive? When did we just become....greedy? I have a simple job today and its not my first one if only it was my last one. We have an order to search for Jews through the streets its not hard—physically since most of them have that bright yellow star. Mentally it wears away at you some go blank and become robotic others never change, and the lucky ones like that guy in Minnesota that broke down and shot his partner to help a Jew. They lose all their marbles and escape reality I'm not lucky for me I'm not sure what I am. My partner calls out tearing me from my thoughts and forcing me back into a grim reality. `` Ich fand ein Jude!'' The mans been running for a long time the calluses and scars on his worn feet tell that story, he's old about in his 70's he could n't run if he wanted to but my partner slams his foot into the bastards chest. `` Schießen!'' Maybe he gave me the order because it was hard for him to do it himself, with a swift glance at my partner I could tell that's a bullshit fantasy. Ignoring the bastards grin I aimed my Gewher 88— which was a quality piece of shit bolt action rifle that could hold an amazing 4 rounds between the oldmans eyes he deserved a quick death and a nice rest. A shot rang out but not from my gun, my partner had drawn his pistol and discharged into each of his kneecaps. He was already moving on before I could say anything I made it quick was n't my first mercy kill I muttered to the Jew. `` Ruhig schlafen.'' he did n't even respond beyond moaning in pain I tried again slightly louder in English. `` Rest easy.'' Then I raised my piece of shit bolt action rifle and was down to three shots. My partner turned around to scoff at me annoyed that I had shot that Jew. `` Niemals Abfall sollte eine Kugel haben wir die jude leiden.'' I gave a fake nod and smile what a cold bastard, explained why no one had shot him yet. Any Jew that could move on their own would likely have fled after hearing all those shots I wish all of them had ran but they did n't, A beautiful woman in her 20's, and her father who was sleeping were the ones we found. She begged and pleaded for his life she promised to do anything—a majority of which likely conflicted with her morals after mulling it over my partner had me step out so he could `` negotiate'' with her and I did trying to not notice the broken look in that woman's large brown eyes, if I wanted to I could have stopped it. Thirty minutes later I have one bullet left. Its the last house in the area and as street combers we have first pick at the valuables, noones there to say otherwise we split up looking through their possessions, you would n't have found a Jew with this much close to home. Bastards like me had cleaned every house relatively close to Germany out it was one of the biggest reasons besides that every Jew with working legs was fleeing to the states that we set foot on American soil. War costs and that's a fact, but that's just another excuse we could have always stopped. The click of a gun brings my attention away from all these dark thoughts funny how something always brings me back into this dark world I created. There's soft sobbing which is n't surprising I turn around and what surprises me is who's holding the pistol, its a boy maybe eight, ten years old? Aiming at me before I know anything I'm aiming back at him with my piece of shit bolt action rifle and only one of us knows how to work their weapon. `` Schießen Das Bastard!'' A small smirk would have touched my lips if I were to look back at the irony the bastard telling me to shoot an innocent he deemed one, I cocked my Gweher 88 my partner became frantic. `` Was machen Sie?'' I answered by putting a bullet through bastard's skull, my partner fell limp next to a naked corpse and her still sleeping father who like his companions would never wake up again. I turned to the young boy him still shaking and crying the pistol aimed at me. `` Verschwenden Sie nicht eine Kugel.'' He did n't seem to understand and I said again in English. `` Do n't waste a bullet.... On scum like me.'' The child drops the pistol sobbing my thoughts drift to why I'd help a random Jew, maybe it was me trying to in some way make up for all my sins? Maybe its because he looks like my boy before I sent him off before I made him be a soldier, I shake my head it was a spur of the moment decision. I'm just trying to rationalize it. 
 
 
 
 
 German translations ( In order ): 
 
 I found a Jew! 
 
 Shoot! 
 
 Do n't waste bullets you should have let the Jew suffer. 
 
 
 Rest In Peace 
 
 Shoot The Bastard! 
 
 Do n't waste a bullet on me.
