Dawson Hashter was deployed in Nazi German at the time to help liberate and free the Jews. He met a beautiful girl that was captured and taken away. He does whatever he has to, to free her.
He walked down the rain soaked streets in Berlin, Germany on patrol through the crowded streets, everyone was poor and hungry. His dark brown hair was soaked from the rain as his eyes glanced around for danger. He knew the people wouldnt be safe for long.
Heide Lowenstein leaned against the grimy brick wall, her brown dress soaked and plastered to her skin, and the white lace underneath gray from the water. The yellow Star of David sewn onto the fabric was partially obscured behind her. She wore a paisley scarf tied around her head, mostly to flatten her wavy light brown hair, which was plastered to her shoulders from the wet. Her dark brown eyes were downcast, and her slender face was shadowed by her scarf.
Dawson had his gun over his shoulder as he stepped out of the rain and leaned against the cold brick building. his blue eyes looked up to the dreary sky wondering what would happen. there was rumour of the Nazi army coming to raid and bomb Berlin but the reports werent for sure. Dawson ran his hand in his wet hair and put his hat back on.
Heide blinked, sending the presence of someone else beside her, someone different than the faceless hordes who trudged past and tried to pretend that life went on as normal. She lifted her scarf slightly, her eyes catching the light as her gaze settled on the soldier, who was looking away from her. A noble man, she thought with a barely audible sigh, here to help free our country from the fist of terror. It was a nice thought. But that was all.
Dawson watched the grey colored people walked past, they were so lifeless he thought. he closed his eyes trying to remember his old home but couldnt. it seemed so far away now. Dawson looked down the other street when he noticed someone sitting beside him
Heide looked away when the soldier looked at her, and then met his eyes and smiled. "Good afternoon," she said, adjusting her scarf self-consciously, suddenly feeling very dirty and messy compared to the comparatively clean man.
He smiled "good morning to you too, you speak very good english" Dawson complimented. he looked towards her eyes not hidden behind the scarf
Heide looked down again. "Thank you," she said modestly, with a slight smile. "I practice." Her english wasn't that good, actually, but she felt fairly confident in her ability to carry on a conversation without humiliating herself.
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Dawson smiled warmly catching her slight smile. "whats your name?" he asked softly as his eyes still watched the street
"Heide," she replied, stopping short of her last name. Maybe he hadn't seen the star on the hem of her dress yet... maybe he didn't know she was a Jew. If he didn't, then she didn't want him to. "And yours?" she offered, pleased at this beginning of a conversation. Hardly anyone ever spoke to her.
"I'm Dawson Hashter" he chuckled "and I guessed you knew I wasnt from Germany" he smiled warmly
Heide smiled. "Yes, I knew. But I cannot find your accent... where are you from?" she asked, shifting her feet as the muddy water flowing down the sidewalk began to soak into her shoes.
Dawson glanced at the muddy water. "here stand up so you dont get so wet" he adjusted his gun on his shoulder and gently took her hand pulling her up "im from Canada" he chuckled "hard accent to guess"
She blushed slightly when he took her hand and helped her up. "Thank you, but I wouldn't bother," she said truthfully, "everything is wet here. You'll be wet no matter where you stand, Mr. Canadian," she joked amicably, brushing off the back of her dress.
"its bettetter to stand up against the rain instead of letting it drowned you sitting down" he looked at her with his blue eyes
"Well, thank you then, kind sir," she said formally. Then a trace of worry passed over her eyes, and her voice dropped to a whisper barely audible above the rain. "If you are here, does that mean some disaster is about to happen? Another bombing, maybe?" That was the secret fear of almost everyone in the city, that the bombs would fall again to flush out the citizens into the streets, and then the raiding parties would drive up in their terrible covered trucks and pick them up at their leisure. Heide had already lost her friend in the previous raid.
At her question his lips turned into a grim frown. Dawson sighed looking down "there was reports of another bombing, but they arent for sure" he could see the fear in her eyes
"If there are rumours, then they are true. Rumours are never rumours only, not here," she said, biting her bottom lip. "Oh, what are we going to do?" she asked nobody in particular, leaning back against the dirty wall with wide eyes.
Dawson looked at her sadly. Rain dripping.off the brim of his hat, he looked to the sky hearing airplanes. He prayed to god it was allied forces and not the Nazis