This war will not end.
With every mile my body and spirit break.
Every jolt makes brittle my mind.
Each step pulls me further from home until I am the shell of the man
that kissed my mother goodbye a forever ago.
And I tense endlessly.
Not knowing which will arrive first,
the bullet that takes my life or my final chance for redemption.
D. Werner, 18 years old. Wwii private 1st class
Nazi-occupied France 1944
Please join us, won't you?
Thank you. What a lovely idea.
Please.
Sit.
Thank you.
Four times you've examined a member of the shura council
and four times they've been executed in a drone strike.
Please help me understand this mystery.
I swear, I've said nothing to anyone.
I didn't talk to anyone.
Yet we have so many glowing reports about you.
The rare medicines you provide...
I scrounge what I can from the nearby clinics.
That's a relief. Because someone suspicious
might think you were receiving medicine from the Americans.
In exchange for information perhaps.
No, no.
- Grab the kids. - No, for god's sakel
no! Nol
let them go!
Let them go!
They've done nothing wrong!
No! I swear to god. I'm not stupid.
I wouldn't put my family in danger!
Leave my father alone!
You will pay for this!
You will all suffer unimaginably!