[ WP ] An Injured American soldier is treated by a German soldier disguised as an American medic .

“ Your name, please. ” 
 
 “ Jimmie Stewart. ” He reaches into his coat pocket for his ID card. The medic runs down his list and picks him out. 
 
 “ Ok Corporal, let ’ s get those wounds cleaned up. ” 
 
 The medic carefully undoes the stitching that was done out in the field and dresses the gash in his hand with new gauss. The bullet wound is still bleeding, which is bad since the shot happened over ten hours ago. 
 
 Jimmie grunts in pain and gets a bit woozy. The medic leaves the room, telling Jimmie to rest a bit while he looks into stopping the bleeding. 
 
 The medic walks past the pharmacy however, and goes to his desk. He takes the corporal ’ s ID card and peels back the picture from the glue that attaches it. He stick on a picture the medic has of himself. He then walks down the hall to the bathroom to change into the Corporal ’ s clothes. 
 
 Jimmie is growing increasingly restless and can not find comfort in his cot. He walks himself over to the medicine cabinet and grabs some penicillin while no one is around. He pulls out a picture. It is of his entire squadron, all 32 men. These were elite soldiers and all swiftly executed by a German flank at night. In the cabinet, he notices something else. It is his daughter ’ s homemade pin, stuck to the front of his uniform at all times he is overseas. Frustrated with the medic, he decides to muster up strength and walk down to his office to ask questions. In the room, there is no one. He looks through the coat closet but doesn ’ t find his uniform. However, his picture, the very same one on his military ID, is torn up in the trash bin next to the door. A suspicion arose about the medic. 
 
 The next tell that Jimmie found was another torn ID in the trash. This was of a French middle aged bald man. The man was wearing a lab coat in the picture, clearly a medic but not the one that treated him. A nurse passes by. 
 
 “ Excuse me sir but you really shouldn ’ t be in the doctor ’ s office. ” 
 
 Ma ’ am, do you know who this is? ” He showed the photo of the actual medic. 
 
 “ Not sure, must be an old staff member. We all arrived from France just a few days ago. There was a German raid of supplies a week ago and all crew escaped. Only the doctor remained who was unharmed by the soldiers. Lucky, I guess. ” 
 
 She escorts Jimmie back to his room but as soon as she leaves, he walks over to the phone to alert command of his suspicions. When he is about to hang up, he hears another listener put their phone on the receiver. 
 The medic emerges from a room to the left. He pulls out a pistol and notions for a staircase. The two step in. 
 
 Jimmie looks to the window. He throws his coat to it. The medic is distracted long enough. Jimmie jumps over the railing of the staircase, falling two stories down. His legs crack. 
 
 The medic shoots. Two bullets are fired, one hits Jimmie in the hip. Jimmie crawls, in extreme agony to the coat rack at the exit door. The medic is shuffling down the stairs fast. Behind the coat rack, an old slug shotgun is sitting. Jimmie loads it with his hands as the medic approaches. 
 
 He fires. The medic gets hit full blast in the thigh. He stumbles as Jimmie woozily reloads. He drops the casing while the medic makes fast work crawling up the stairs again to cover. The staircase winds around the bottom floor. Jimmie gets under the steps and fires up through the wood. 
 
 Another hit, the medic ’ s elbow is destroyed. His forearm is dangling by a thread. The medic grabs the gun out of his limp hand and fires the entire magazine into the hole in the steps. 
 
 Jimmie is shot several times into his back, turned over to slow the bleeding in his hip. Jimmie is dead now, shot through the heart. 
 
 A door opens above as a nurse runs down to investigate. An officer follows. The medic shoots the nurse in the chest as she rounds the final flight of stairs. The officer unloads into the medic. 
 
 “ Help! ” The officer shouts, applying pressure to the nurses wound as she coughs uncontrollably. Below, Jimmie ’ s hand finally drops and a shotgun slug rolls out from under the staircase. 

