[ WP ] Two veterans meet . They fought on different sides .

By the end of the first day of the trip, everyone knew about Pierre. The old French man had many takes about his life, especially his youth in the French army during the second world war. 
 
 A lot had happened during the war, and although the conflicts were terrible, he had many anecdotes he told the other guests sharing the organized trip through Europe. 
 
 `` So here I was,'' he recounted, `` coming back from the farm, a dozen of eggs in my pocket, when I hear the roast of a Messerschmidt above me. I run to hide below a bridge, and can feel the bullets ask around me. I was in shock, and as I get below the bridge, I start to feel something liquid running down my legs. That's it, I think to myself, they me. You ca n't imagine the horror of knowing you're going to die. And fact, it was just eggs that were broken'' 
 
 Every one laughed, and a smile spread over Pierre's face. Everything he had nowadays was his memories. So he shared them much as he could, while his mind still remembered. 
 
 That night, as they stopped in a restaurant near Berlin, he told a story about his trip to No man's land. 
 
 `` It was hell, literally hell on earth. Bullets coming from the front, bombs from above, a thick fog, and dying friends from all around. And suddenly I'm in front a young German, not much older than me. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. I still clearly remember eyes. He had no weapon in hand, and could n't move. I knew he was armless, and yet I had to serve my country, so I aimed. I fired 6 bullets his way and yet, can it fate or God or... i do n't know. He was n't hurt. Not a single scratch. I took it as a sign, and let him go. But his eyes, I can still remember his eyes. `` 
 
 Silence fell, and Pierre stood up to go for the restroom. He was washing his hands, when his gaze met something familiar in the mirror. The old man next to him, *his eyes*. 
 
 They both froze and the other man whispered `` Der französisch soldat''. 
 Time held its breath, before they both smiled and laughed, falling in an embrace. 
 
 `` Ach... if I knew I'd see you again'' said the German. 
 
 `` I missed you a lot'' replied Pierre
