He discarded the revolver on a desktop, as if embarrassed by it. ‘I am afraid of Nazis,’ he said apologetically. From another room a girl asked: �...�Who is it, pappa?’ ‘Hurry and bring a robe for this poor woman, Adelheid.’ The man turned away as if not to shame the naked lady by staring at her. With his back to her he asked, ‘Frau, will you be all right? What is your name?’ ‘Freida, mein herr,’ Ingrid von Schmitt stammered. ‘Do you have a telephone, I must call—‘ she stopped herself before she. It was such a sure thing I was certain no bookmaker would have the balls to take book on the bet.Things in Europe were developing rapidly between the opposing powers. The year of 1939 was a year of great tension and political decisions that would change the direction of the entire globe for the remainder of history. In a way, I was happy that I had been sent back to the European Theater of operations instead of the Far East as I had originally hoped would be my destination.The entire Polish. You just fulfilled them. There’s nothing wrong with that.”Listening to this, she put her hand on my face and said, “I know, baby. I’m not concerned about it. We had a good time, and I really enjoyed it. It’s just that when I saw you, all of it came back to me, and it felt a little weird. But now I’m okay and really looking forward to this trip.”Her words calmed me down, and soon we boarded the plane and landed in Canada. Uncle Sam and aunt Selena were there to pick us up. It was pretty cold for. Roja had spent many hours working on his weapons of war. He had learned to adapt his aim and strength to the bow he carried, maximizing its usefulness. He had learned the limits of the strength and edge of his spears and sword. Where a normal warrior learned his weapon to improve his skills, Roja had learned these weapons to see where their limits were. He was ready.Roja watched the wooden wall be consumed by the fog and early dusk. He slept. As the night passed, Roja's mind heard the call of.