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spawn/Bill spawn/Ellis spawn/Nick *Ellis points to Bill* Ellis: There's that smoking dude with the tongue! Bill: Whaaat? *Nick headshots Bill* ACHIEVEMENT GET: Kill Bill
It all started on D-Day when our C-47’s right engine was taken out by a flak cloud above Normandy. We were forced to jump from the plane. We landed right in the middle of a German fortress. Surrounded by at least 50 Germans, our only option was to surrender. We were immediately searched our belongings including weapons, candy, and jewelry were confiscated. Satisfied with their search, the Germans then bound our hands and loaded us into trucks. They stopped to let us stretch our legs during on several occasions. At one particular stop a young British boy, I believe his name was Charles, tried to escape. He almost made it to the tree line before they shot him in the leg and drug him back to the trucks. Then he was made an example of, as they brutally beat him to death with tree branches and rocks. A few days later we arrived at a German base near Paris, where they stuffed us into train cars with dozens of other POWs. We were packed in like sardines for two days without food or water before we arrived at a POW camp in central Germany. There they sorted us into groups. Some of us were put onto trains while others were sent into the camp. I was separated from my companions and loaded into one of the trains. From there I was shipped to a POW camp in eastern Germany. The camp, if it could be called such, consisted of a large field surrounded by a 15 foot barbed wire fence with guard towers posted every 30 feet. The guards were housed in a mansion on top of a ridge overlooking the camp. Every three days the guards would distribute stale bread and a cup of water to all the prisoners, otherwise we were left to fend for ourselves. Two weeks later, at least I think it was two weeks, another train came to the camp and dropped off about 50 Russians. They mostly stayed in one group and kept to themselves, but one day, during one of our meals, I met a young Russian by the name of Yuri, who spoke near perfect English. He was a smart boy and an accomplished writer/poet. We quickly became friends discussing his ideas during our daily game of poker. One day we managed to steal a notebook from one of the guards and used the charcoal from our fire to write down our ideas and thoughts. However, one of the POWs sold us out for extra rations and a thick blanket. We were beaten and the book was burned. On Christmas the Germans let any of the POWs that didn't cause problems spend the day in the estate and shared their dinner with us. Some days later they transferred us to another POW camp near Berlin. Another packed train car voyage. In mid-February Yuri began to fall ill. He managed to hold on until late March before he finally passed. His last words were “Matʹ... Otets... Vashe ozhidaniye zakonchilosʹ, ya prisoyedinyusʹ k vam skoro ...” Despite my attempts to protect it, his body had been stripped naked within a half-hour by the other POWs, even his beard and hair had been shaved to insulate some poor soul from the cold. I had later learned that he was one of the lucky ones. Most Russian POWs were sent to death camps or used for slave labor… Sometime in May the Red Army arrived to liberate the camp. Even though I was free it was several days before they allowed me to return to the American encampment. I dedicated my first few months home to finishing Yuri’s book, it me two years to find a publisher. Once it started selling I suddenly found myself with a sizeable fortune. My family urged me to keep the money, but I couldn’t profit from his sacrifice. So I spent the next few years in the USSR searching for Yuri’s younger sister Lidiya. I told her what happened to her brother and of the success of his book. I left her most of the fortune from the book and began my journey home, but. Before I could leave the property she asked if I would take her to America. The soviet officials hesitant about us leaving, but they eventually let us go without any complications. When we reached America I was shocked to learn of the animosity that my fellow Americans held for our former ally and my savior during the war. They even treated Lidiya as if she were part of some communist conspiracy. I felt obligated to protect her since I was the reason she was here. A few years later I had written several books and married Lidiya. We had two children Yuri, in honor of Lidiya’s brother, and Veronika.
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