Oberfeldwebel Himmler's Story

Oberfeldwebel Himmler experienced a sharp pain in his mind as he then felt a thud going straight up his body. He opened the top hatch to throw up, but once he opened it; the smell of the explosive powders, and the oil wasn't there. For a brief second he thought that he had been killed with his crew of the Nine wheeled Jagdtiger, 'Bismarck'. But instead, he wasn't killed; well he didn't think so. The fresh smell of grass and flowers hit his nostrils, making them flare. He pulled himself out his tank destroyer, telling the crew to do the same after cutting out the engine. He ripped of his long trenchcoat, glancing around, "Verdammte Scheiße, wo sind wir? Ich erinnere mich nicht dies ist, wo wir kämpften ... Das ist seltsam ... Was ist denn das da drüben?"

He turned around like it was a scene of a movie, then pointed over onto the horizon to what seemed to be a town or a place of civilization, "Ich denke, das ist eine Stadt ... Ich sage wir dort fahren, um zu versuchen und erhalten Hilfe und Essen, wie das ist, was wir brauchen."